Word: glib
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...punch," he is quick to say. But the fever left him weak. Undertrained and undernourished after living on relief, he made a try at a comeback, finally quit because he could make more money ($85 a week) as a wartime shipyard worker. It took a lot of talking by glib Felix Bocchiccio, a small-time Camden promoter, to lure him back into the fight racket. Bocchiccio supplied two vital things he lacked before-management and money-and Jersey Joe began punching his way into the headlines...
...touching the canvas. As the idea of the painting takes shape in his mind, his mood lightens and he may even begin to chat as he slashes away at the canvas. But if things go too swiftly and too well, he worries ("I'm nothing but a bloody, glib-"), and embarks on an endless and exhausting series of changes which may well ruin the picture...
...While the road of social criticism must always be lonely," pontificates glib Pundit Max Lerner in the introduction, "it need not be made bitter as Dante's exile." But Veblen-who was as different from Dante as Bernard Shaw is from Pope Pius-was not an easy man to employ or encourage. His conspicuous love of lechery caused him to be fired first from the University of Chicago, then from Leland Stanford. Hired as an economist by the U.S. Food Administration in World War I, he coolly proposed, says Lerner, "to do away with the merchants in the country...
...Glib Proposals." Dewey's speeches followed a familiar pattern. He concentrated on belaboring "this incredible Administration of ours," on warning: "Let's be sure we spend our money like hard-headed Americans instead of soft-headed saps." Time & again he thwacked Harold Stassen's ill-considered plan to outlaw the Communist Party. Such "glib proposals" and "easy panaceas," he cried, were "nothing but the methods of Hitler and Stalin ... It is thought control borrowed from the Japanese." He rode the theme so hard that the Portland Oregonian was finally aroused to a tut-tutting editorial...
...Beware again the false prophets; for there dwelleth in the land an old soothsayer in the place of the Merle, and his name is called Bill; and he is wondrous glib with his tongue unto the hour of Post Time...