Word: bottomly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Board of Tutors, apparently aware of the growth of the good student to good tutor ratio, decided to eliminate some of the students, thus raising standards for honors while bettering tutorial. The Committee told the bottom quarter of junior concentrators last spring that they had failed their general exams and would not be able to write theses. The previous year, no junior failed on his History and Lit. generals...
Alas for the poor Senate anti-rackets committee when Teamster Vice President James Hoffa "swaggered into the McClellan hearing like a crowing cock into a coop of capons." The illusion is perfect, with the committee certainly discovering its impotence in the fray, but we'll bet our bottom forceps that Hoffa joins the capon ranks in no time. New Capon Hoffa, certainly economically "fattened for the table" (Webster), will join the docile when the committee leaves the roost for the chopping block...
...just as he holed out on the 435-yd. first hole at the Newport Country Club. The President read it slowly. Press Secretary James Hagerty scratched an answer in pencil on the back of the telegram, handed it to the President. Ike changed a word or two, initialed the bottom: "DDE." The historic confrontation was arranged between the President of the U.S. and a governor of Arkansas who had wrought a lot more than he could handle...
Guillot feverishly ransacked storerooms, stairways, cubbyholes, turned over 400 pictures before he found at the bottom of a pile of some 60 dusty paintings a gloomy landscape that could have been painted by El Greco. Beneath the grime of nearly 100 years of neglect, the picture proved to be the long sought masterpiece. Said one of Madrid's Prado Museum officials: "The brush strokes of El Greco are inimitable, unmistakable. I say it, the director says it, the restorers say it. The picture is El Greco." Valued at $100,000, it will now hang once again in the Real...
...then he rises to his fate and has to blow equal to it. All of a sudden, somewhere in the middle of the chorus he gets it . . . Time stops. He's filling empty space with the substance of our lives, confessions of his belly bottom strain, remembrance of ideas, rehashes of old blowing...