Word: drawls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...clock's hands moved past 11 p.m., the election returns flowed steadily, and the telephone rang in a cramped Manchester, N.H. hotel suite. Democratic National Committeewoman Myrtle McIntyre answered the call, heard the droning drawl of her candidate in the Democratic half of New Hampshire's presidential primary, calling in from the Minnesota campaign hustings to find out how he was doing. Mrs. McIntyre assured the candidate that there was little doubt about his victory. "Really?" asked he. "Yes," said she. Exulted Candidate Estes Kefauver...
...took it off, waved it, put it back, took it off again, tossed it aside. He enthroned himself in a large chair in front of a head photograph of himself that measured five feet from groomed hair to fighting jaw. Then Estes Kefauver, in his familiar, prim drawl, began to read: "I have received much encouragement, particularly from the rank-and-file members of the party. I therefore announce my candidacy for the Democratic presidential nomination at the convention to be held in Chicago next August...
Personality & Private Life. Despite his decades in the East, Quarles still has a slight Arkansas drawl. Greying, blue-eyed, slight, he never smokes, eats sparsely, almost never drinks. He likes to cook his own morning oatmeal, sometimes drinks plain hot water instead of coffee or tea. In Washington he and his second wife Rosina (his first marriage ended in divorce) live quietly in their own home near Chevy Chase; to avoid the capital rounds, they consulted a protocol expert for advice on invitations they could properly skip. He enjoys dancing, good music, golf and-"through force of habit," he says...
...telephone atop Washington's airport control tower jangled, and a Texas drawl exhorted, "Damn it, I've got a Senator up there somewhere on Northwest's Flight 300. He's two hours overdue and I want him down quick. He's got to vote. You better be awful sure he's not stacked up there." Minutes after Senate Democratic Leader Lyndon Johnson's telephone call one afternoon last week, Minnesota's airbound Senator Hubert Humphrey landed and was whisked across the Potomac in a Capitol police squad car, sirens ayowl. He arrived...
...came over the radio: "Is that better, son?" Yeager, flying chase in an F-86 jet, had screened the sun. It was Bridgeman's introduction to Yeager. From then on, he hovers over many of Bridgeman's flights, a calm, wisecracking guardian angel with a West Virginia drawl...