Word: cuting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Pleasantly shocked, the college girls nudged each other, exchanged pert grimaces, whispered: "Wasn't that hot stuff? . . . My mama wouldn't want me to hear that. . . . Isn't he cute...
Having finally eased one's self out of the Hotel via the inimitable revolving doors, ride up Connecticut Avenue to Restaurant Pierre's on the second floor of a "cute little building." Here one may partake of hors d'oeuvre, sip an Old-Fashioned, feel embarrassed when a mannikin displaying her wares is taken for somebody else displaying her wares. Feel provincial, as one listens to a sparkling conversation in French between two First Secretaries of embassies--or perhaps "they're only military attaches." Point out to your friend that "that new stylists hats looks like George Washington...
...Angeles had film actors wearing paper hats and blowing New Year's horns and "Shirley Temple being vaccinated. It was taken two days ago but it's good, it's cute. CUTE, cute picture." Dallas had Mexican Red Shirts arrested in Mexico City and Kansas City somewhat wistfully offered a view of the last session of the Bi-Cameral Legislature in Nebraska. "Okay, Dallas." or "Okay, Miami, you take the network," Editor Huse would direct. Or, if San Francisco had a picture of a missing lowan, of no interest to outsiders, Des Moines could get New York...
...notorious snail is the presentation of evidence to prove that Abe Faber is a schizomaniac. Now don't let that word stop you as it must have choked the 12 tried and true men who go to make up the Millen-Faber jury. For uninformed souls, schizomania is a cute little word for that ultra-modern disease, a "split personality." At this point, one thing seems certain. The effect that the mention of this alphabetical masterpiece would have on the 12 doctors, lawyers, beggars and thieves that usually form the backbone of a representative American jury, would be to confuse...
...rise at 8, to dress in a hurry, and to plow through the slush to the Union. Arriving there, I invariably find that the Union clock is at least two minutes ahead of all other University clocks, and at least five minutes ahead of Eastern Standard Time. A cute little rope is stretched across the entrance to the dining hall. In front of the little rope stands that imposing personage, Miss Murray. Cerberus-like, she prevents us poor mortals from passing through the sacred adit...