Word: calls
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Black Robe. He never lost touch with his old friend in the capital. Last week the telephone call from the White House finally came to the commodious New Albany home where Judge Minton sat nursing a broken leg. (He tripped on a stone outside his home.) "Harry told me he was naming me and asked what I thought about it," said the judge. "I told him I thought it was wonderful...
...playing down the coming revolt of the masses, his onetime comrades gave his character a routine knifing, then abandoned him to the lonely death of a political heretic. But Browder refused to die. He hustled off to Moscow, checked into the best hotel in town, and paid a call on Molotov. Two months later Browder was back in the U.S. as American representative of three official Russian publishing houses. The Kremlin had apparently decided that Browder was a valuable option on the day when friendly cooperation between Communism and capitalism might once more be the international party line...
Newsmen in Portland, Ore., who wanted the word from the sheriff's office did not call on big, tousle-haired Sheriff Mike Elliott to get it. Not that the sheriff might not see them at the courthouse if he was in a benign mood-it was just that he usually did nothing but snort: "Why do you guys keep calling me a politician? I'm a statesman. A statesman is for the people!" His news releases, however, could be obtained by going to Brownie's U-Drive and asking for Richard ("Brownie") Brown...
...rodders look with disdain on the lowly jalopies, call them "peanut wagons," "crocks" or "goats." A hot rod is different. "The only way I can define one," said one Los Angeles youngster, "is that it's something with four wheels that's got something inside." The hot rod rolls out of a backyard garage a bumperless, fenderless, hoodless, roofless, uncomfortable concoction which runs so fast its driver must chug and jerk through town in low or second gear to stay under the speed limit...
...Primitive is written in that self-deceiving and deceptive style whose weakness will be mistaken by some for strength. It is clumsy and naive, but devotees of the unspoiled may call it simple and homespun and applaud when Feikema challenges (unsuccessfully) the tyranny of grammar. He has the sort of poetic gift that gets in the way of a good prose, and his recipe for flavoring his concoction is "salt-and-peppering the whole with many a dark adjective and adverb"-not to mention verbs. When Thurs wanted to get from one place to another, he "moosed," "giraffed" or "cameled...