Word: eagerly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...hours of broadcasting, the Network hits the airways at an eager 8 a.m. with an hour and a half offering called Reveille in Swingtime. Weekday evening broadcasts, from seven o'clock to midnight, a Saturday afternoon cocktail matinee and a Sonday evenig concert from 8 to 11 fill out the hours...
...over the U.S. buying trucks, bulldozers and other war surplus. Often they were more interested in lining their own pockets than in quality goods. Example: in 1947 a Philadelphia outfit called the Empire Tractor Co. sold 7,000 tractors, actually jeep engines on light metal frames, to an eager IAPI agent. Priced originally at a bargain $1,150, the machines wound up costing $1,400 apiece. The Argentines took only 4,500, claimed that the tractors couldn't even pull a plow. Only four Empire tractors have ever been sold in Argentina, and the current plan is to junk...
...words of the greatest living authority on shmoos: "They lays aigs at th' slightest excuse! They also gives milk. And as fo' meat-broiled, they makes th' finest steaks; fried, they come out th' yummiest chicken." The shmoo is so sensitive and so eager to please that when a human merely looks at it with a faint suggestion of hunger, the animal falls flat on its back and dies of happiness, all ready for the frying...
...shmoo was discovered by Al Capp's Li'l Abner. When, last month, he began to hear strange music which sounded like "shmoooooooooooo!", his eager pursuit of the lilting sound was barred by an amazon of fierce and busty aspect. ("Ah sees to it," said she, "that th' shmoon don't come over th' mount'in.") Nevertheless, Li'l Abner penetrated into the forbidden Valley of the Shmoon, where a sage clad only in his own beard, called Old Man Mose, frantically explained the shmoo situation to the intruder. "Shmoos...
Furious, Lord Beaverbrook had ordered his evening Standard to come to the defense of his morning Express. Eager Beaver-boys combed the files for old tomatoes to throw at Cummings. They could find little or nothing-even after they had called the victim himself for help. Highly amused, A.J. told the News Chronicle to give Beaver's boys anything they wanted. When the Standard finally got its editorial blast together, the unpredictable Beaver objected that it didn't give his old personal friend and political enemy his due as a journalist. The more Lord Beaverbrook thought about...