Word: docs
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Navy Fleet Admiral, General of the Army or Air Force, was signed into law in August 1955. The five-star ambassadors: Robert D. Murphy; Loy Wesley Henderson, 66, Deputy Under Secretary of State (Administration), since retired from the Foreign Service but serving on by presidential appointment; H. Freeman ("Doc") Matthews, 59, onetime Deputy Under Secretary of State (1950-53), now Ambassador to Austria; James Clement Dunn, 67, onetime Ambassador to Italy, France, Brazil, since retired...
Part of the reason for the team's comparatively dismal showing lies in the loss of quarter-miler French Anderson, of Eddie Martin in the distances, and of Doc Bennett, a promising pole vaulter. There were also injuries to two-miler Dyke Benjamin and dashman Sandy Dodge, as well as Jim Doty's bother-some skin rash which reduced his effectiveness in the shot...
...Ditson Professor of Music, announce his resignation, because, he said, "a quarter of a century is enough." He joined the HGC as assistant accompanist in 1921, and was named assistant conductor in 1925, as well as conductor of the Radcliffe Choral Society. In 1933, upon the resignation of Archibald "Doc" Davison, he was named conductor of the HGC. In the summer of 1956, Woodworth led the Club on a triumphant concert tour of Europe, its first visit there since...
...Dumb Oxen. As for the plot, it is about a fighter called Eddie and his manager, Doc, and about how Eddie may or may not have made the middleweight crown. But another thing this book offers, apart from a reasonably, effective story, is wonderful examples of tough prose. One minor character is wondering about what happened to another character named Angelo. "Twenty to life," replies another character named Frankie. "He killed some poor slob run a candy store. They shoulda juiced him, but they give him twenty to life. Just a hood." The Professional, in short, is a classic example...
...Railway Express truck pulled up at a big yellow brick house on Chicago's North Drake Avenue one morning last week, and as the deliveryman handed over a package, he said knowingly, "Here's another one for the doc." Dr. Meyer A. Perlstein took the package out to the garage, set it on his workbench and stripped the wrappings. With a screwdriver, the doctor pried the top off a shiny new quart can. In it, well preserved by wrappings of formaldehyde-soaked gauze, was a human brain...