Word: limpingly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Several immediate explanations are available for the limp, unenthusiastic manner in which the nation's press yesterday handled the recommendations of the Emergency Committee of Atomic Scientists which met at Princeton with Professor Albert Einstein as chairman. Possibly it was felt that these suggestions could be roughly lumped under a "World Government" label and were, as such, old stuff. And that the mention of Professor Einstein's name, which once could inject palpitating interest into any news story, has lost its striking edge through his previous pronouncements on the subject. The press is also not always proff against the frame...
...Better watch that temper of yours, son," old Mom Murphy had said. The killer, shaken with remorse, sank to his knees on the kitchen floor. "Darling," he sobbed, "I loved you. I always loved you." He gathered the "limp little body" in his arms, caressed it, "covered it with kisses." It was too late for kisses. Napoleon, the Murphy family parrot, was dead...
...sharp there was a fanfare of trumpets from the municipal band. "Defense absolue de fumer!" roared the loudspeakers around the park. With a hiss and a rush, the mixture of hydrogen and municipal cooking gas poured into the first of the great balloons lying limp on the greensward of Le Mans' Quinconces des Jacobins. At home, the housewives of Le Mans were busily trying to cook their Sunday dinners, so from time to time the gas had to be turned off again. But in the park a milling crowd of 10,000 cheered lustily...
...dapper little man with a lisp and a limp walked into an UNRRA office in Germany and showed his credentials. He was Ludger Dionne,* first-term member of the Canadian House of Commons from St. Georges, in Quebec's Beauce County and he was in Germany with the approval of the Canadian Government and the Intergovernmental Committee on Refugees. What he wanted made UNRRA officials blink: 100 girls, preferably Poles...
Solid Reality. Joseph Arthur Rank is a burly grandfather's-clock of a man, at 59 tick-tock solemn and sure, and rather bumblingly humorous when wound up. He stands 6 ft. 1 in. with his limp brown hair stuck down flat, and bulks a solid 15 stone (210 lbs.). He resembles General de Gaulle, except that he does not share the look of a supercilious camel. His great tired nose droops even lower than De Gaulle's. It curls under just in time to disclose an uncertain mustachelet which changes position with each shave...