Word: flatted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...mobile radio station and an official biographer, he tears along the roads at breakneck speed. Landowners greet him with floral arches, sometimes line up their Indian laborers days in advance to await his coming. During brief pauses in the villages, he judges intricate cases of law in a minute flat, fires judges, reverses court decisions, releases prisoners, slaps others in jail. Often he makes up his mind simply by staring at a prisoner. Over the portable radio he gives advice on cooking, fishing, agriculture, engineering, military science, history, economics. He even teaches the natives of Lake Atitl...
...reckoned their profits, at a bumper prospect of 30 bu. an acre. They figured they would get $1.50 a bu., biggest price in a good year since 1919. By day, the farmers fretted over the things that could go wrong. Hail storms or heavy rain could lay whole fields flat. A spell of 100-degree heat might cause the grain to shatter. Some times insects scourged the land just before the harvest...
...took me two seconds flat to struggle out of my harness and drag my typewriter-laden frame into the hedge. There were three of us there, moving through the shadows...
...German right was scrambling up the Italian boot so rapidly that the pursuing Allies-making 15 miles a day along the flat Tyrrhenian coastal plain-had trouble keeping contact. The German center in the hills and the left along the Adriatic, falling back more slowly, faced dire peril. Through the flagging right the Allies might knife suddenly eastward, surround the rest of the Germans...
...smell of wood smoke and freshmen." But one day, while "reclining on my chaise longue in a negligee trimmed with marabou," Perelman glanced at the "Why Don't You?" department in Harper's Bazaar: "Why don't you try the effect of diamond roses and ribbons flat on your head, as Garbo wears them when she says good-bye to Armand. . . ?" "Why don't you travel with a little raspberry-colored cashmere blanket?" "Why don't you twist [your daughter's] pigtails around her ears like macaroons?" That chance glance changed Perelman...