Word: concealing
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Born. To Mrs. Burton S. Tucker, 53, and Tucker, 20, their second child, a son; at Los Angeles. Their marriage, three years ago, gained them national fame and resulted in their indictment on charges of conspiracy and perjury to conceal Mr. Pucker's age (17). Last week their ages were entered on the birth certificate...
...science or a profession leave much to be desired. He has selected 9 of the 37 courses of the Department, considered these elementary ones in a trifling way, and goes so far as to say that "there are other courses, some of them advanced" and vainly attempts to conceal his ignorance of them by stating that space does not permit. Shades of the Alchemists! what crimes are committed in they descendants! accomplishments! H. R. Young...
...twisted in his seat and felt vaguely that Shaw must be hitting at him, just because Shaw was always hitting at him. One cannot blame them for wriggling, for when they weren't suffering for the actors. The actors didn't know their lines and took little pains to conceal the state of affairs from the audience. And the audience was far more distressed than the old stagers of the Repertory...
...crime is expiated." Premier Bethlen arose. The Deputies leaped to their feet and created such an uproar that Parliament had to be temporarily suspended. At length the Premier obtained a hearing. He spoke for three hours. At the end of that time the maxim, "Speech was given man to conceal his thoughts," had been well illustrated. Premier Bethlen obviously found it impossible to risk pinning the blame for the plot upon anybody-presumably because the guilty are all so extremely close to the Government. Amid repeated cries of "Resign! You are shielding forgers!" Count Bethlen proceeded merely to touch vaguely...
...title of the story was dreadful in its simplicity: "The Defeat of Alfonso." What iniquities might not that conceal! There was a drawing of a scowling man in a white jacket with his knee pressed on the stomach of a prostrate victim, into whose agonized countenance he was simultaneously thrusting some hideous instrument of torture. A third man, baldish, smiling dangerously, looked on. The caption sounded distinctly criminal. It read : " 'Go through his pockets,' said Ellicott, after a while. 'I've got him dead...