Word: boss
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Democrats, not knowing what to say, said little. Governor-Candidate Alfred E. Smith of New York said nothing. George E. Brennan, boss Democrat of Illinois, said he could discover no effect on Democratic chances. The loudest gloater, oddly enough, was the majestic New York Times, which said: "When will our dazed friends, the Republican politicians, quit sobbing and sputtering like a child whose china lamb has just been smashed? Their chagrin at the wreck of their plans is intelligible, if somewhat amusing. The pins were all set up, and now they are all knocked down...
...they are plentiful in "Hey Rube!" the riot story, that is only because Mr. Tully is a journalist of 0. Henryesque dexterity. Surely irate oil-drillers would spill some of the blood of a short-change artist like Slug Finnerty and a slicker like Slug's boss, Bob Cameron...
...Downing St., Brooklyn, operated a charming dispensary with a stock remarkably like that of "Dr." Pearce. He had Tie Down Goods instead of Tie-Them-Down and King Solomon's Marrow instead of King Solomon's Wisdom Stone. He also had some additional merchandise: Boss Fix Powders (to keep employers well disposed) Guffer (or Goof-er) Dust, Happy Dust, Easy Life Powder and Buzzard Nest...
Readers of political fiction are well acquainted with the traditional figure of the Boss, especially the Boss in the field of municipal government. He is usually pictured with a red neck which hangs in folds over his collar. Across his paunchy stomach runs a heavy gold watch-chain. From his mouth protrudes a long, black stogy. By night he counts poker chips; by day he miscounts ballots. He has become the symbol of the U. S. civic misrule which caused the late James Bryce to say that municipal government has been the outstanding failure in the U. S. political system...
...possibilities of Jeff's suddenly out-mutting Mutt. Not the least amusing of such fancies is this film in which Finch, the browbeaten, stumbles into an experiment in hypnotism and emerges Mr. Finch, brow-beater. Whereas his wife used to nag him, his son jeer at him, his boss sit on him, he now throws china at the picture of his wife's first husband, thrashes his son, bullies his boss, roars like a lion, and kicks the bleating lambs of whom he was once the gentlest...