Word: hat
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Intoxicated by the rabble-rousing, a young Fascist dashed from the crowd and slugged a passing Jew, Jacobo Glantz, a naturalized Mexican citizen who is literary editor of the Yiddish newspaper, The Pathway. Glantz took refuge in the nearby hat shop of his wife but before the police could get to him, the Jew-hating crowd had wrecked the storefront...
...Lord liked her letter, all right. It was right up his alley. Mollie arrived in a parasol of a beaver hat, a blousy frock with petticoat ruffles showing at the bottom over high-buttoned shoes. At her neck was a ruff of fluffy lace, setting off a face of infinite fiftyish sweetness. Lord read her letter over the air, let Mollie put in her own plea for fat boys. Next day they took her to the big stores, let her ride the escalators, bought her $50 worth of odds and ends, packed her off home...
...Roosevelt to Publisher-Editor Harry Newman in the first issue of Senator, a new magazine of Capital chitchat out last week. Modeled partly after the New Yorker, partly after Judge (which Publisher Newman also runs), Senator, in its first appearance, rambled like the garrulous old Senatorial barfly in plug hat and string tie that Norman Rockwell painted for its cover...
Orestes Jones kept his real ambitions under his hat until the time struck, contenting himself with filling such small orders as six football linemen for a worthy university, a guaranteed victorious Olympic team for Manchukuo. The big bee in Orestes' bonnet was war, which, he was convinced, "like any other business, could be vastly improved by those planning to engage in it." His first big order was for 500,000 men to mop up a threatened Communist outbreak in the Netherlands East Indies. Unfortunately for Orestes, the job was too easy. His supercharged G. M. units, just nicely warmed...
Among the English novelists who bite as well as bark, Storm Jameson is a lively terrier. She pounces on an idea, gets a firm grip on it, shakes, worries, chews it to bits. Sometimes she gets her teeth into a marrowy morsel, sometimes merely chews an old hat. For several years she has been chewing a huge bone-The Mirror in Darkness, a pageant of post-War England, three volumes so far, three more to come. Every once in a while she buries the bone (but not her bitterness-the War killed her brother, most of her men friends...