Word: flatting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Visiting in Atlanta, Ohio's Senator Robert Taft first answered a newsman's question as to his candidacy with a flat no. A little later he said...
Modern man has developed innumerable devices for blowing himself up, giving himself bad eyesight, high blood pressure, flat feet, nervous indigestion, and ossification of the brain. He has produced an atom bomb and a panty girdle, the vitamin pill, the comic book, the subway gum machine, the soap opera and the revolving door. But in the minds of thousands of New Yorkers all of these achievements pale when compared to the Fifth Avenue...
Serving as a curtain raiser to Androcles was Sean O'Casey's Pound on Demand-a piece of slapstick about two drunks skittering about a post office while trying to cash a money order. The skit, like the more potted of the two performers, fell flat on its face...
...Flats & Splits. Since they rode in a borrowed Ford together from Chicago to Los Angeles in 1939, the two Jacks had felt that they would have a showdown some day. Kramer, then 18, did the driving, was arrested twice and spent one night in a Nebraska jail. The car burned out a bearing, lost a rod and had plenty of flat tires. There were additional refreshment stops for Bromwich, 20, who became acquainted with banana splits and ate four or five a day. That was the year that Bromwich and Quist upset the U.S. team and took the Cup home...
...doctor. Luckily, there was one in the house -Tommy's uncle. Dr. Thomas A. Stanley (a postgraduate surgery student) saw that Tommy was strangling. He seized a kitchen carving knife; there was no time to sterilize it, nor for an anesthetic. While Papa and Mama held Tommy flat on the living room couch, Dr. Stanley swiftly cut open his windpipe, used a safety pin as a spring to keep the hole open. Air reached Tommy's lungs; he began to breathe again. Later, at a hospital, a surgeon finished the job, extracted orange pulp and seeds from Tommy...