Word: fendered
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...butter-fingered Lily who couldn't say boo to a goose. But she scrimped and saved and cooked, gave up the lover who would have carried her off to South America, sent Victor to Harvard, petted him when he flunked out and came home to loaf, feet on fender, in wait for a suitable business position and in self-pitying anguish over the rebuff a New York bud had given his rustic advances. While the rest of the country freed the slaves, built fortunes, warred with Spain, the Campions were claimed by frustration, poverty and middle...
...scrutinize each man as he leaves; if he carries a lunch kit, it is lifted and shaken; every soiled apron or shop coat carried out for laundry is felt and squeezed; also men's pockets that look rather bulky are felt to make sure that a radiator or fender is not concealed therein...
...inescapable romantic element centers about Harry Fender, collar advertisement masquerading as a U. S. lieutenant. He loves Doris Patston, French flower-seller with an English accent. She is gracious, with a cool, reassuring voice, nimble limbs, modish good looks. The diligent Sigmund Romberg has drained off another resonant score to match his The Student Prince (TiME, Dec. 15). There is a military chorus to boom close harmony and rumble rifles. Florenz Ziegfeld has window-dressed the scenes far above the usual art-calendar level. The book has been only partially translated from the lumbering German. It would lose momentum...
...into a fracas. He was motoring through New York State, according to his account. His son was at the wheel. Another car, driven by a man named Clarke, bumped into the Caraway car. Mr. Clarke declared that Caraway Jr. was at fault, demanded $10 to pay for a bent fender. The Caraways declined the payment and drove on. Clarke followed. When the Caraways stopped in a small town Clarke got out, stood squarely in front of their car, refused to move...
...alien to the landlubber; evolved, apparently, out of a sailor's long silent hours between wave and sky. The tales are like etchings, drawn with bold strokes, tense and stark, against the somber background of the ocean; they are best read with one's feet on the fender, safely removed from these portentous winds and waves...