Word: jugging
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...time the five-day battle ended, Lieut. General Ben Lear's Second Army had had its ears pinned back. Advancing with a rush across the Red River, it met deceptively easy going against the Third Army of jug-eared, German-born Lieut. General Walter Krueger. But the Red neck was out. When last week's exercise ended, Ben Lear's army had been backed up against the Red River it had so dashingly crossed. Its flanks had been turned, many of its bridges to safety destroyed, its Armored Force's gasoline supplies captured...
...four deep on the road waiting for summonses. The boys were allowed to get their female passengers home before curfew, but when they reached the station house they were faced with the gloomy alternatives of raising $100 bail, cash or real estate, or spending the night in the jug. Bursar's Cards were scornfully rejected, and real estate was defined to exclude automobiles. They were not permitted to telephone for bail, and, fearing that a realization of the magnitude of their crimes might drive them to desperation, the careful warders removed ties, belts, and suspenders from their charges. This morning...
...trainload of German prisoners chugged north through the Laurentians from Montreal, one day last week. One of them, a jug-eared, wiry young man, kept his nose pressed against the windowpane, his eyes on the bleak Canadian countryside. Baron. Franz von Werra, pursuit pilot with a score of 14 British planes, was a more valuable cog in the Reich's war machine than most of his fellows on the train. And he intended to get back where he belonged...
Perspiring gently, the audience sat still, in some nervousness. In the front row, not grinning, was big, jug-eared Cinemactor Clark Gable, in a chalk-stripe grey suit; his wife, Carole Lombard, in a funnel-like black hat with a veil, a simple black afternoon dress; Secretary of State Cordell Hull, white-faced, as sombre as his dark suit; and the President's mother, Sara Roosevelt, in a grey-blue evening gown...
...Head of the squirrel cage was dark, intense Russell ("Mitch") Davenport, onetime FORTUNE managing editor, whom Willkie affectionately calls "The Zealot." Others: Pierce Butler, dry-witted, sunken-cheeked Minneapolis lawyer, son of the late famed conservative Supreme Court Justice; "Bart" Crum. smart young San Francisco lawyer; Raymond Leslie Buell, jug-eared foreign affairs expert; blond, sharp-eyed young Elliott V. Bell, former New York Times financial expert. Their routine was agonizing and invariable. One would be given a speech to write. When he had sweated his brains out over it, two or three colleagues rewrote it completely...