Word: hawk
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Died. Major General Smedley Darlington Butler, 58, hawk-nosed, "gimlet-eyed" stormy petrel of the U. S. Marine Corps; of an abdominal ailment; in Philadelphia. Oft-decorated, multi-nicknamed General Butler, at 37 the youngest Marine officer ever to win the rank of brigadier general, fought in 14 battles and skirmishes, earned a legendary reputation for reckless bravery. His barrackroom language got him into more trouble than did his battlefield impetuosity. In 1930 he was almost court-martialed for calling Premier Mussolini a "hit-and-run driver." Retired, General Butler lectured for peace, published a book entitled...
...minutes fled, like the hawk-shadows of bombers across June-green farmlands in the Rhone Valley. In the White House the President sat confidently, easily, an air of certainty on his big, tanned, handsome face. The nation, having asked its anxious question, waited for the answer it demanded, the answer only its leader could give...
...London and Paris, Yeats became the leader of this faction-whose foes, it was agreed, were the blackguards and fools who championed moral complacence, social respectability and badly written books. Among these foes Yeats circulated bravely and ceaselessly. With his long, flowing cloak, hair, tie and pince-nez ribbon, hawk face and eagle brow, he impersonated a priestly poet so perfectly that many were won to believe that such a thing could exist. With Edward Martyn, George Moore and Lady Gregory he founded the Abbey Theatre (1904), gave the often mocking and protesting public large doses of mythological drama, forced...
Head machinist for the Exposition Cotton Mills in Atlanta, Ga. is a wiry, hawk-nosed little man (5 ft. 4 in.), with dark blue eyes, greasy, dexterous hands, a fourth-grade education, six grown children, a passion for hunting rabbits with bow & arrow, and some "gold needles," which are divining-rod-like devices for locating gold...
Twenty-nine years ago a hawk-eyed, heavy-bearded man strode into the Hartford Hotel, Hartford City, Ind., registered, and went to work for a local paper mill. There he remained, a fixture. Reticent, he won friends by his quiet humor. But he never had any intimates, and no kin ever visited him in his solitary bachelor apartment. Hartford City got to know and respect him as George D. Stevens, who one day became an executive of the paper mill, Fort Wayne Corrugated Paper...