Word: boasting
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...enough to contain the entire U.S. with room to spare. On one side the hot Arab lands of North Africa are linked to Europe by more than 2,000 years of common history. At the other end descendants of 17th century Dutch settlers in the Union of South Africa boast a colonial past nearly as long as that of North America. But until the mid-19th century, Middle Africa was only a coastline to the rest of the world...
...million-both record-breaking figures. Prices are low from June to September because the major tourist season is in winter. Mexico City in the past year opened 14 new hotels, still has trouble accommodating all the visitors. Motels and trailer parks are springing up around the city, and some boast swimming pools...
...Proudest Boast. Curley's book is sprayed with political maxims (see box) which, however amoral, surest an expert deeply fascinated by a great art. He scarcely bothers to deny the charges of corruption that soiled virtually his whole career. For the "Goo-Goo" (good government) forces he has sublime contempt: "There were the pitiable, simpering halfwits who went about nudging people in the side, pouring the devil knows what poison in their ears, and the brethren of hamlet and village, who had never seen Curley, gazed upon his countenance on posters that portrayed a baleful-eyed monster glaring...
Curley's proudest boast is that he was always a friend of the poor. The Christmas basket, the $10 loan, the stay of eviction, the city job-all bought him votes, but also made his headquarters a "school, employment agency, court of domestic relations and poor man's 'psychiatric couch.'" He was the voice of the poor, too, railing down the years against the Brahmins of Back Bay, State Street and Harvard. Curley's long memory bears the imprint of the Yankee sign, "No Irish Need Apply," that was so frequent in his youth. Though...
...narrator of the story, have turned their war-ravaged country estate, Kasalten, into a rehabilitation center. The youngsters, turned savage by war and its aftermath, very nearly rule the place with their catapults, clubs, knives and even pistols. They move in organized gangs-Wolves, Eagles, Foxes, Bears-and even boast a secret-police force named Caesar...