Word: duckings
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Looking up from their reed-laced duck-blind, the two hunters saw a Chippewa Indian guide splashing toward them through the frozen marsh. "Man is shot!" he shouted. "An accident! An accident!" The two men hurried to another blind, 300 yds. away, where they came on a hunter's nightmare. On the rough hummock, Harry W. Anderson, 67, retired vice president of General Motors, lay dying, a gaping wound in the back of his head. Over his body crouched Harlow Curtice, 66, onetime General Motors president (TIME, Jan. 2, 1956), in a state of trembling shock...
...before, Curtice and Anderson, friends for 35 years, had joined G. Arthur Brown and their host, George W. Kennedy, board chairman of the Kelsey-Hayes Co., at an exclusive businessmen's duck-hunting preserve on Ste. Anne's Island, on the Canadian side of Lake St. Clair. After a good night's sleep in the island's lodge, the four hunters rose late, sampled the icy (17°) morning air, had a leisurely breakfast. By 9:45 a.m. Curtice and Anderson were seated side by side on cartridge cases behind their blind, with 12-gauge shotguns...
...hour and a half later, the two had bagged six ducks. Then Curtice sighted a low-flying flock, off to his left. He leveled on the lead duck and fired. At that instant. Anderson stood up, inexplicably lurched toward Curtice, and caught the full blast in his head.* "That's one of the things I can't understand," a haggard Harlow Curtice told a press conference the next day. "He may have stumbled. The ground was very uneven. I don't know why he didn't stay down...
...That," she replied, pointing to something on the tray that appeared to be crawling, "is poached duck eggs on toast. There are a lot of ducks in Cambridge, you know." Dilworth didn't know, but he instinctively reached for the catsup...
...must invent rich relatives, fiancees, pipe dreams, in order to be loved, and these lies set up a terrible barrier between herself and the boy who would love her. He feels too proud to marry a rich girl when he is too poor to support even himself and a duck. Similarly, the married woman thinks she has to go on sleeping with her husband and her other lover so Jacques--soft, revolting Jacques--won't lose interest. Jacques cannot be really interested, because the money she thinks her greatest charm squashes his masculine ego. He covets an impoverished cigarette girl...