Word: grinned
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...became impossible to tell the various grads apart after listening to the first four or five. They all beamed with the same grin of self-confidence, they all wore identical white carnations, and they all spoke in the same slow mechanical style. Their remarks emphasized the same theme: "Dale-Carnegie's Course taught me ENTHUSIASM and how to speak without thought," said one. "The Course put money in my pocket, and I'm sure that's what we all really want," asserted another. "I met people with winning smiles and a real helpful spirit." "Now I always meet...
...teenagers, bullied by newsboys, insulted by waitresses, and refused a loan by snooty bank clerks. But suddenly the god Jupiter comes down and offers Poindexter some advice. "Be wisely selfish," says Jupiter, "catch your flies with sugar." So Poindexter suppresses his natural reactions to various people, fixes a blank grin of confidence on his face, and composes adulatory remarks to smother everyone with. He gets what he wants from others by feigning interest in their problems and remaining inwardly aloof and calculating. The film teaches that in this way we can all "cash in at the bank of human relations...
...farmers and townsmen of Ottawa County streamed out of the fairgrounds at Marne, Mich, one day last fortnight, they came upon a handsome, square-shouldered man wearing a big, green, polka dot bow tie and a wide, bright, boyish grin. He stood astride the main exit, reaching out to shake hands with all who would come within his grasp. The smile and the green bow tie identified him as Gerhard Mennen Williams, governer of Michigan. "Look," murmured one woman to another as they pressed by, "he's getting grey hair already...
...wife Monica, who has never seen him play ("I'm bad luck"), rushed from the clubhouse radio to give him a hug. People kept yelling "Hi, Mr. Congressman!" and the photographers converged on the champ, shouting: "We've been waiting for a week." Said Jack, with a grin: "I've been waiting 21 years...
Mainly, and with no more stretch than a sly grin puts on a freckle, Huck was right. The golden dream of boyhood, the soft summer's day that Mark Twain invoked for the world in Tom and even more richly in Huck, was in fact an almost total recall of the halcyon days of his own childhood...