Word: bowler
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Sirs: ... I was a Green Bowler myself and it was only a sort of kids' club . . . and I never saw that it had the slightest bearing in any way on one's life or career in the service afterwards. I was shipmate later with lots of Green Bowlers who never paid any more attention to me than to anyone else. I was, as nearly as I could find out, one of the large majority of ordinary officers in my class-neither outstanding nor below average-whose promotion is a matter of luck, and I was passed over three...
...epitomized by an Exposition, with cascading fountains, noise, crowds, smells and especially the Eiffel Tower. Ugly no doubt, the Tower was a staggering prodigy of science. When its garland of lights went on at night, Pierre Mercadier murmured: "The Fairy Electricity." Pierre had put on his light-colored bowler and taken his pretty, featherbrained wife to the fair. Paulette thought it was dreadful...
Only footballer Cleo O'Donnell was able to garner more than one hit off fast-ball artist Bill Bowler for the school-boys, but Brooks Heath touched him for a homer in the first with two on to start the show, and Paul Butler snapped his ten-game batting slump with a triple...
Hottest cry of all came from crinkle-headed "Dry" Thomas Magnay, member from Gateshead, an accountant and ardent bowler, who drinks only water and dry ginger ale. Shouted he: "All things that are sweet and reasonable and Christian are being more and more jeered at and flouted. . . . We know that art and literature have been befouled. ... In literature every man is a cad and every woman a vamp. . . . We have the devotees of St. Vitus' dance called Jazz . . . volplaning down the descending scale. You hear crooners breaking their hearts every night-if anybody broke their necks I should...
This last year was a hard one for the old gentleman. He had once walked with a magnificent leisure, his hands behind him clasped about his cane. He used to pause now and then to tip his bowler to someone, or to keep his cigarette chain going. But this winter there was no leisure in his walk; it was just a slow walk, and he was not smoking, and when he talked with you, he coughed at length, and the familiar smile left his face. Pierre de Chaignon la Rose had been a scholar and a dandy...