Word: exclaimes
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...English quayside, chinning in his friendly Kansas way with embarking Tommies. In the afternoon he called newsmen into his trailer tent, told them of the great decision. He slouched in his chair, grinned lopsidedly, chain-smoked cigarets, wisecracked a bit, once leaped like an uncoiled spring to exclaim...
...deal more money than usual-come hell or no help in the nation's overcrowded stores. In Manhattan, swank Saks Fifth Avenue stayed open three Thursday nights in a row, "practically by request," and reported that customers packing breathlessly into their usually roomy elevators had been heard to exclaim: "Gee, this is just like Macy's." But Macy's, which seemed to contain most of Greater New York's population, calmly took on 11,000 extra employes, calmly took full-page ads to plug itself as "a late shopper's paradise...
...lacking a sharp critical sense or the appetite for one, Reynolds is so confessedly fond of all kinds of people that his Collier's bosses have turned the trait into a shop gag. They say that Reynolds, dispatched to do a story on a big manufacturer, returned to exclaim: "A great guy! A wonderful man!" Home from inter viewing the President of the U.S., he cried: "A great guy! A wonderful man!" Back from interrogating a Jack the Ripper, he foamed: "A great guy! A wonderful man! Boy, how he can cut throats." On at least one occasion, Reynolds...
...posterior." He tolerates no idle questions from pupils during lessons, describes with admiration how a stern old master taught the late great French fencer Kirchhoffer to relax. The master used to put Kirchhoffer on guard, then go away. After several minutes he would return, feel Kirchhoffer's arm, exclaim : "Your arm is tense. You will never be a fencer...
...first exhibited is diametrically opposed to decent aesthetic standards; a work of art has no functional value when--as was the case Monday night--it occupies a forgotten place on the wall of a room containing some of the finest stuffed shirts in the community. "How like Cezanne," they exclaim, as they bob up and down within their protective layers of starch. Perhaps the following quotations will better illustrate my point. The first two are from the remarkably fine catalogue which accompanied the exhibit. Writing of Rouault, the author states, "he would arrive promptly at four, puffing hard, his clothes...