Word: gees
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Winchell recalled that later, inside the caucus room, when he looked at what he had been handed, he turned to other newsmen at the press table and said, "Gee, look what I have." Although he insisted that he could not recall who gave it to him, he was dead sure he never let anyone else read it. Instead, he went to FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover, who warned Winchell that if he printed the document the FBI would be obliged to arrest him. About eight or ten days later, Winchell testified, he burned the document and flushed it down...
Lockheed Aircraft Co. last week took some of the wraps off its new entry in the lightweight jet plane race. Called the XF-104 by the Air Force and the "Gee-Whizzer" by Lockheed, the new ship is a small, relatively simple day fighter designed to win local air superiority over the battlefield. Its weight is only about 14,000 Ibs. combat-loaded v. 18,000 for North American's F-86D, but it packs a hefty Curtiss-Wright J-65 engine, blasting out more than 7,200 Ibs. of thrust. The speed is secret. Officially, the Air Force...
...calls for much more skill than the quiet game of golf. "Maybe so," said Sam doubtfully. "But when we hit a foul ball, we've gotta get out there and play it." Another time, when Snead heard that Bing Crosby had just won the Academy Award, he said, "Gee, that's swell. How'd he do it-match or medal play?" After his first big splash in California, Snead saw his picture, a Wirephoto, in the New York Times. He was amazed. "Now how'd they ever get my picture?" he asked. "Ah never been...
...Schine pull K.P. duty. One afternoon his squad leader hastily called a group of G.I.'s to clean stoves. After the detail was formed, the squad leader groaned: "Oh, my God! I've picked Schine! What in hell am I going to do?" Later he apologized: "Gee, the light was bad, Schine. I didn't know...
...Oscar tried to phone her there, was told by the local operator that the line was busy and that he would have to wait half an hour. Cried Oscar: "In half an hour I'll be dead!" Said the operator, soothingly: "Hold on. I'll help you." "Gee, I've found a friend," said Oscar, who once confessed that his troubles revolved around "acute anxieties, ritualistic compulsions, substitutive obsessions and irrational hostilities." He was still holding on to the telephone when cops smashed in and mistook a vial of paraldehyde (sometimes used to unpickle the living...