Word: looke
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...services and it was my impression that many Communists go to church on the quiet:" He remarked that the Lenin-cult may well be taking the place of a religion with many of the peasantry, describing the processions of peasants that file through the Lenin mausoleum at Moscow to look at the embalmed body of the Soviet leader...
...expect of him. They asked him what he thought of the women he saw. "They have naked necks," he said. He grew a little tired of taxicabs and tuxedos, of nightclubs and subways and electric lights and elevators. Whenever these things were shown him he was expected to look amazed; to say "By jingo" in his slow, thick voice. He wanted to please the captain; he must keep on being surprised. . . . Perhaps these men with pencils would be surprised if they saw a great island covered with seals like flies on a lump of sugar. Perhaps they would get stuck...
Little did these two men look like the two first tennis players of the world as they lobbed and patted the ball at each other. Lacoste, whose father is director of the famed Hispano-Suiza Motor Co., seemed barely able to keep open his night-club eyes. Borotra leaped for the net, strained, caracoled, grimaced, and wagged his jaunty head-to no avail. Lacoste's precision was too much for him. In the first and third sets Borotra took the lead by breaking through his friend's service; but Lacoste's lobs were too accurate, Lacoste...
...type in your hands and but in the forms, to lop off a bit here and another bit there so a column may be compressed into a half column space; a chance to grab with ink-stained fingers the first copy to come off the press and eagerly look for mistakes, mistakes which you are all too apt to find and which you are all too apt to find and which you must open the forms and correct...
...very real feeling of emotion. I'm like that. Beneath a rough exterior lurks, and always has lurked a vein of sentiment. Even in those early days back in Shemokin, Pa., they told me I would never get very far because I was such a sentimental cuss. And now look at me--but that is another story...