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Jonny was the hero, a blackface, jazz-band comedian. He wanted the violin which belonged to Danielle, a famed virtuoso, wanted it more than any of the women who wanted him, and he stole it. Anita, meanwhile, a fattish prima donna, went from Max, the queasy composer who took his inspiration glacier-gazing, to Daniello, back to Max again. She it was, unwittingly, who escaped with the stolen violin concealed in her banjo case. But Jonny followed her to Switzerland for it, jumped in her window one morning, recovered it and had it for his jazz until Daniello recognized...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Valedictory | 1/28/1929 | See Source »

...widow Angeline, 72, still shuffled about the factory in a faded blue denim dress, big, loose-fitting shoes. Each day at noon she bent over her stove, but she was preparing eggs, not unguents. To her alone is entrusted the task of cooking lunch for Son Louis, now a fattish little man with the traditional French pointed mustache. The widow Angeline has never troubled to learn English, but she knows that Son Louis has made money. She knows he has four motor cars, a home in fashionable Park Avenue, another in a New York suburb, four more in Europe...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business & Finance: Beauty Appetite | 7/30/1928 | See Source »

...Rollin Kirby, acute cartoonist of the astute New York World, drew a picture of the Primary School, a one-room structure flying the U. S. flag. Out into the road, in sailor hat, buster brown collar, short trousers and socks, came a fattish cherub waving his report card at an old gentleman labelled G. 0. P. The cartoon was entitled: "Look, Daddy!" The cherub was labelled Hoover. The report card said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CAMPAIGNS: The Beaver Man | 5/7/1928 | See Source »

...frills and furbelows will bedeck their billowing bosoms; no petticoats will swathe their fattish calves; no bushy beards will sway from their chubby chins. No more will they, wearing what-the-gentlemen-will-wear, rush into night clubs. No more will their handsome features peer through a peekhole in a door behind which 200 topers are toping; and no more will their portly bodies enter to find a single toper dizzily sipping ginger beer. No more need wedding guests lifting their bubbling-stemmed glasses to the bride, fear sudden descent of those twain, snatching the twinkling beverage from their lips...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PROHIBITION: Izzy and Moe | 11/23/1925 | See Source »

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