Word: fingered
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...seems that this ensign, '37, fresh from his instruction at the stony hands of Johnny Harvard and the unpainted finger nails of Emily Post, approached a revolving door with the chicken hearted ambition of merely getting to the other side. But he didn't count on discovering in the same compartment as himself the dignified and portly figure of an admiral...
...speaking his piece, Judge Hastie had put his finger on an Army-wide problem that already has resulted in many a round of fisticuffs and occasional disorder and insubordination. Although long-standing white prejudice against the Negro could not be dissolved by Government fiat, Judge Hastie's airing did his cause no harm...
Newsmen met Montgomery in his desert headquarters. He sat through the interview with a fly whisk balanced steadily on one finger. "I have defeated the enemy. I am now about to smash him," he asserted flatly, relaxed and asked: "How do you like my hat?" Then wearing a tank corps beret which he had picked up, he climbed into a tank and rumbled off after his troops like a skinny avenging angel...
...that in Kentucky his teams were playing in "feudin' country," set out long ago to make every game a vendetta. He adopted a trade-mark brown suit and a pugnacious air, took to arguing with the fans, bowing deeply to right & left when he was hissed, waggling a finger like a 10-20-30 villain. Soon Kentucky's basketball crowds grew tenfold. The whole countryside now turns out to see the hated "Man in the Brown Suit" and his "pore li'l mountain boys." So far this season, Kentucky has lost only two games: to Ohio State...
...that triumphant brawl. Only you, Inch, can pull us out and send us on with your louder copy call. And behind us in the woods we leave the babes, forcing them to scheme for the breath of life. It is over, dear Inch, for us, a raging finger-snap, a dream before the alarm, and we leave behind the children, timidly laughing in the bushes...