Word: deaf
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...After the war he took the name of an actors' agent, broke into the Keith circuit as Fred Allen, touring with the likes of Sophie Tucker, Eva Tanguay, Rooney & Bent. His act began on a dark stage with a spotlight on a placard, reading: "Mr. Allen Is Quite Deaf. If You Care to Applaud, Please Do So Loudly." His suit, he confided to the audience, had been made in Jersey City-"I'm a bigger man there than I am here...
Last week the Hearst empire was 60 years old. In the U.S. Senate, where its founder once hoped to sit, and in the House, where he once did, old acquaintances got off some carefully chosen but occasionally surprising words about William Randolph Hearst. Said Kansas' deaf old (81) Arthur Capper of his fellow publisher: "always. . . a fighting liberal." Said Nevada's George Malone, an old friend of the family: "still his own best editor." Edith Nourse Rogers earnestly told the House that "if ever the term 'public service' requires a synonym, I believe it will...
...interesting comes along, such as "It Might As Well Be Spring," it usually outsells all the others, but the tinkling of the each rolling in remains unheard by publishers and song-writers in their mad effort to turn out "For Sentimental Reasons" a hundred times a year. The deaf sport is in Tin Pan Alley's car, not the public...
Most American readers may well dare to deny The Tower of Babel's genius; few will deny its supreme madness or be deaf to its screams and bellows. Its principal character, Dr. Peter Kien, is the world's prime authority on Chinese, Japanese and Indian manuscripts. As a schoolboy prodigy, "in one minute Kien had memorized ∏ to 65 decimal places." As a grown-up scholar, he lives in solitude, utterly shut off from the world by the tomes of his magnificent library, wholly dedicated to pedantry. One sad day, this sexless, infantile genius decides to marry...
Standing grim and invincible, the Wigglesworth gate has long been the nemesis of late returning Yardlings. Deaf to their most suppliant pleas, the truculent barrier has continually forced weary revelers to make a long trek through the barren Cambridge wastes to other, more understanding entries to the Yard. Numerous petitions from the Humane Society of Footsore Freshmen, interviews with expensive psychiatrists, and the sight of tiny Yardling bodies freezing in the snow before the merciless gate have all failed to unlock the snaggle-toothed jaws of Wigglesworth...