Word: leaned
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...depended largely on its own, crisis-trained staff for foreign coverage-lean, precise Ed Murrow in London, little INS-Man Thomas Grandin (who looks like Goebbels) in Paris, dignified William L. Shirer (who looks like H. V. Kaltenborn) in Berlin. The indefatigable Kaltenborn himself, CBS's one-man backfield during the Czech crisis, was in Europe when the current mixup broke out broadcast from London at 1:30 p.m. there on Wednesday, jumped a Clipper, broadcast from Manhattan at 6:30 next night. To spell Kaltenborn, CBS fortnight ago hired grey, smart ex-Timesstar Elmer Davis...
President and operating boss of the two Sperry gyro companies is lean, blue-eyed Annapolis-man Reginald Everett Gillmor, who was commissioned an ensign in 1909 just in time for assignment to U. S. S. Delaware, the Navy's first dreadnaught. Delaware was also the first battlewagon to be equipped with a Sperry gyroscopic compass and before he had walked many tours on the quarterdeck, Ensign Gillmor knew as much about it as the two electricians who had installed it: Thomas A. Morgan (now president of Sperry Corp.) and O. B. Whitaker (now Sperry Gyro's marine manager...
Phoebe supported her dying father by baking pies. Next she started a freighting business, with its profits bought up the war-abandoned ranches of the Santa Cruz Valley, dirt cheap. One admirer, tall, lean Peter Muncie, she sent to Kentucky for a herd of cattle to stock her ranches. The other, Gambler Jefferson Carteret, a Southern aristocrat with drooping eyelids and ornate manners, went off prospecting, found a gold mine. By Appomattox Phoebe had the mine, the ranches, the cattle, her prosperous freighting business, an infant son. "Him 'n' Arizony is babies together," she said...
Although the Duke of Windsor, 45, looks more and more like the late John D. Rockefeller, 98, and his lean Duchess, 43, looks more and more like herself, they have recently been annoyed by long-distance peeckers who watch them at play in their seaside bathing pool near Cannes. Hearing that a tourist agency advertises a special $1.50 boat excursion "to see the Windsors bathe," having appealed in vain to the French Prefect (who said with a desolated shrug, "The Mediterranean belongs to everyone"), the Duke had tall canvas screens put up around the pool...
...McKay's luck was of the kind that sounds more credible in books than in life. In Manhattan a retired orchid hunter gave them a map with orchid hotspots neatly indicated. In Bogota they fell in with 67-year-old J. B., "six feet three inches tall, lean and hard, definitely English." His hunches about orchid hiding places were nearly infallible. With this sort of luck and help the young men made good...