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...kin to tomahawk-faced Brothers Gerard (General Electric), Herbert Bayard (mind-about-town) Swope...
...evidence, he goes to the great apes, nearest kin to man. They show - and inherit - wide differences of personality. Gorillas like to thump their chests. Both gorillas and chimpanzees do crude dances and rhythmic poundings, but orangs and gibbons do not. By people who have studied them closely, gibbons are usually described as shy, gentle, amiable, affectionate. Gorillas are reserved, deliberate, discreet. Chimpanzees are lively, responsive, emotionally unstable. These temperamental differences are obviously not due to variations in the natural habitat, for animals born in captivity manifest them. Moreover, at this stage, differences between individual members of the same species...
Sculptor Smith's medals could be pigeonholed as surrealist, but so could some works from which they were descended: Gothic decoration, the imagery of Artist (The) William Blake (no kin to pseudonymous Author Blake), the Caprichos of Goya, the dream pictures of 15th-Century Artist Hieronymus Bosch. The Smith works were as full of symbolism as the Freudian moon is of green cheese. Of Elements Which Cause Prostitution Mr.Smith explained: "The land is cushioned -the bowl has the sponge-the fern has futility-the anchor of hearts is ashore-the vulture disembowels. Salvarsan needles to the shamefully stricken...
Present at this exchange was Hearst's veteran Washington columnist, Paul Mallon (no kin to little Miss Winifred). He had had some trouble getting in: a secret-service man barred his way. White House Secretary Marvin Mclntyre admitted him, told him to stay behind when the conference ended. Then, said Newsman Mallon, "a White House Spokesman" told him not to come again-that "because of inaccuracies in his column" he would not be welcome...
Manhattan has many a hotspot, many a white-tie joint, but few nightclubs in which a connoisseur of jazz would care to be found. Two years ago a mild-mannered little Trenton, N. J. shoe-store owner named Barney Josephson (no kin to Author Matthew Josephson) opened a subterranean nightclub in downtown Manhattan. He wanted the kind of place where people like himself would not be sneered at by waiters, cigaret and hat-check girls, or bored by a commercial girl show. He called it Café Society, and turned loose some excellent comic artists (among them Peggy Bacon, William...