Word: cleverer
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...want to do is my job. Some are always writing that I'm a back-room operator. They say I'm sensitive. How would you like your little daughter to read that you are a 'backroom operator,' a 'wirepuller' or a 'clever man'?" Again and again comes the complaint: "People don't understand ..." But his wife Lady Bird* does. Says she: "He is the most complicated, yet the simplest of men, and sometimes a really sad fellow...
...where he learns a thing or two he doesn't like: that culture, broadly understood, is the only thing that makes human beings any better than animals, and that when a man hates cultured people it is usually because he secretly feels they are better than he is. Clever fellow that he is, Gable also learns that Day is a girl, and he soon persuades her he needs special instruction. "I'm afraid we'll have to work together at night," she says. He nods, appreciatively inspecting the educational facilities, as she innocently inquires: "What sort...
Peterson, who was later elected a member of the HYRC Planning Committee, announced several weeks ago that he was "out of the race." Harold Hestnes '58, who also declared himself out of the race several weeks ago, commented that Peterson had used "clever strategy," since he could gather support while Dawson was "off his guard...
Forebears of Puttencove Promise and the thousands of other poodles in the U.S. were working dogs, alert, spring-legged animals, clever enough to serve as performers in traveling French circuses. They were capable retrievers in the field; their sensitive noses and remarkable swimming ability made them favorites among hunters. Virtually all that today's show poodle has to remind it of its ancestors is an elaborate coiffure that once made sense. The luxuriant ruff left thick from head to hindquarters provided warmth when working outdoors in hunting weather. The short-shorn saddle over the rump and the shaven legs...
Clemente, Author Soldati's hero, is a shy, pimply, touchy, clever, nervous adolescent who finds it more difficult to chin the inflexible horizontal bar of manhood than do the dull louts whom he outshines in class but cannot outrun on the playground. At first sight, the problem seems ordinary. Should Clemente yield himself to the incitements of his wakening sexuality or keep himself a fit vessel of grace? As Soldati tells it, Clemente's sex proliferates through his veins like the roots of a tree under a marble pavement...