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Word: botheration (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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Georgia's Dixiecrat Gene ("Goober") Cox was in a black and angry mood. "I am sorry to bother you," he wrote last week to ten fellow members of the House Rules Committee, "but at the insistence of the Speaker, I have called a meeting of the Rules Committee for tomorrow morning at 10:30 to give consideration . . . [to] the wheat bill for India...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE CONGRESS: Goober v. Famine | 5/7/1951 | See Source »

...subject that Goober Cox hated to be bothered about, or to bother anyone else about, was the possibility of several million people starving to death in India. For seven weeks, Gene Cox and his little clique had smothered the relief bill in committee. But now church groups across the nation were demanding action. So were many people who saw no reason why Communist China, with famine on its own hands, should harvest a psychological victory by supplying India with grain, while the U.S., which has a wheat surplus, was denying it to a nation in need. Speaker of the House...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE CONGRESS: Goober v. Famine | 5/7/1951 | See Source »

...fiddle with the lights, pump the brake pedal a few times, and pass or fail the car as they will. There are no set stations will sell a sticker to any regular customer who has the fifty cents. Some garages really check over cars. Many don't bother...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A Case for the Inspector | 5/4/1951 | See Source »

...writing the book for "The Yeomen of the Guard" Gilbert was faced with the problem of appeasing Sullivan, who thought he was too good a composer to bother with light opera. As a result this tale of Bloody tower and the romances that take place in its shadow comes closer to being "grand opera" than anything else the two men wrote together. For a change, the ending is not entirely happy...

Author: By Stephen O. Saxe, | Title: The Yeomen of the Guard | 4/13/1951 | See Source »

...changed. Vag looked in at the pinball machines and suddenly felt the sun on his neck, and decided that it was no time for pinball after all. This was an afternoon for walking, a spring afternoon, a free afternoon with no draft board to bother it and no sergeant standing there somewhere past the brightness of the sun. Vag walked up the street, holding himself very crect; he passed a man in an Air Force uniform, and said "doorman" very quietly to himself...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 4/9/1951 | See Source »

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