Word: cowlicks
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...tawdry queenliness -in brief, a "burning pillar of a woman." Grant Sweetland, the ne'er-do-well son of a rich St. Louis family, a drunkard who in his childhood had tortured small ani mals, was "loosely groomed, indifferently tailored," with "a soft, rather overheated look ... a cowlick which dipped damp-looking across his brow," soft, womanish hands and a silhouette which, while not paunchy, "had a curve to it." Middle-Aged Quivers. One day Lily B. met an old schoolmate and he asked her and Oleander to be the hostesses on a stag party to the Kentucky Derby...
Magic Name. Though he is the spittin' image of his father, down to the unruly cowlick and the twangy voice, Will Jr. has not inherited his dad's gift for the newsy quip, the folksy gag. He has gone in for sterner stuff. Naturally hesitant to live in his father's shadow, for years he called himself Bill. He is not unmindful of the political value of his name and appearance. (For the campaign Bill has become Will Jr.) But as the earnest publisher of the Beverly Hills Citizen, Will Jr. has made a quiet name...
Forrest C. (for nothing) Donnell, a slender, blond, sobersided citizen with a dignified cowlick, and Lawrence McDaniel, a short, huge, chuckle-jowled citizen with a merry eye, have known each other for nearly 40 years. Both were born in Missouri's northwest corner, the rolling prairies of the Platte River country. They met as legal eaglets at the University of Missouri in Columbia, Mo. Both, on graduation, went to St. Louis to practice. Both became members of the same Grace Methodist Episcopal Church in a "nice" residential district; both joined the same Scottish Rite Masonic lodge; both became trustees...
...Uvalde, Texas, a spry, bowlegged little man with a stubborn back-hair cowlick celebrated his 71st birthday by packing a lunch (including a hunk of birthday cake baked by his wife), rode off after deer. Six days late was John Nance Garner in bagging his annual buck; but he was on time at the hunt campfire, where he dished up his special concoction-"Son-of-a-gun stew," which supposedly includes a dash of everything...
...hill countless times, only to have it roll back and crush him anew each & every time. Trapped in a six-year mesh of cumbrous grabbag legislation, alternately burned by droughts* and swamped by bounteous Nature's overproduction, still he comes up with a dogged smile, pushes his greying cowlick out of his eyes, and tackles the irresistible forces with new enthusiasm. But still U. S. farmers rate him low on all popularity polls...