Word: gloatingly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...News, with a knowing eye on its "common man" circulation (2,050,000 daily, 3,950,000 Sunday), also recalled with a sneer and a gloat the President's respectability: "Respectable, but not popular. [It] is the smallest, as to circulation, of the four New York City morning newspapers. . . . Its daily circulation [is] 293,304; its Sunday circulation 546,705. The paper is the mouthpiece of the New York-and-vicinity genteel moneyed crowd -the select coterie which feels that things British are superior to things American. . . . How did the Herald Tribune get to be an Anglomaniac newspaper...
...tactical air force operating against enemy armed forces, and particularly against the Luftwaffe, had such a week as made the Allied pilots gloat. Said Lieut. Colonel Graham West, describing the destruction of German dive bombers: "It was just the kind of thing every one of our flyers dreamed about but never believed would come-a chance to really tear into a bunch of Stukas and give them the works...
...since All-American Larry Kelley and Clint Frank collaborated in their two man touchdown parades back in 1936 has Yale had a Big Three title to gloat over in the long winter months. But optimism is running high in Eli town this week. It's a husky, healthy, hard-hitting Bulldog, with even more than the usual esprit de corps, that is hard at work concecting a warm Blue punch with which to fill the Bowl this Saturday...
...anything a tobacco-chewing Canuck might sputter); and such fifth-magnitude twinklers as Laurence Olivier, Leslie Howard, and Raymond Massey perfume the bill. The only trouble is, there's no suspense. The audience knows that the six are marked men. All it has to do is sit back and gloat while six mouthsful of dust are bitten at pleasantly alternating intervals. The democratic shepherd and his sheep seem so safe from the pranks of these stupid little heilers. But it's fun, if you've had an exam and are feeling mildly sadistic...
Except me. When Franny Lee scored and it began to look as though the thousand and ten Dartmouth men in my home town weren't going to be able to gloat over me at Christmas time, I announced to the world in tones not loud but at least, finish, "Atta boy, Franny...