Word: lot
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Next day, Corrigan made a few public cracks about his parson uncle, the Rev. S. Fraser Langford. Stories about him "teaching me navigation and me living in his home are a lot of hooey. . . . The guy . . . started sending me cables to appear in ... night clubs, . . . and him a preacher, at that." Day later, at San Francisco City Hall, beside Mayor Angelo Rossi, he noted the Irishmen on the reception committee (Quinn, Riordan, Casey, Murphy, Reilly) : ". . . From the names ... I figured I was back in Ireland. And here I always thought you were all Eyetalians up here." The crowd tittered uncertainly...
...Manhattan's Hotel McAlpin to judge the finals of a contest for the title of Ideal College Girl, careering Novelist Fannie Hurst was disgusted to find that the major ambition of all the finalists was marriage, not a career. She snapped: "I'm sick of the lot of you. ... If this is the younger generation-ugh!" The London Times published a quatrain written by England's Poet Laureate John Masefield to commemorate Prime Minister Chamberlain's visit to Reichsführer Hitler: As Priam to Achilles for his son, So you, into the night, divinely...
...fateful collision with a large log was narrowly missed as the mule pack was picking its way across a furious rapids at the brink of a huge waterfall. The log was thundering down directly towards the mule currying the finest lot of Dryopid water beetles ever taken in the West Indies, when it suddenly struck the head of a man-eating crocodile which was about to attack the practice and swerved to the left, missing the mule by five-eighths of an inch...
...white sheets, wore silk pajamas, and one derisive titter at this display was worth a titterer's life. Brooding one time over a ludicrously unfounded case of discrimination, he asked Stoyan, the gang's spokesman, to complain to President Wilson. Then Stoyan refused, this giant lost a lot of faith in democracy, left the gang in sad disgust. What most amazed Stoyan was that a gang of Balkan peasants could lay a track good enough to carry the Northern Pacific's Fast Mail. In his bunk-car he got together a library consisting of a grammar...
...writing. He had been an oyster pirate in San Francisco Bay, a sourdough in Alaska, a sailor, barber, patrolman, tramp, marcher in Coxey's Army, when at 23 his stones won national attention. Thereafter his life settled to its pattern: he was always broke, although he made a lot of money; he was always successful, always in trouble with women. Robbed right and left (he lent $50,000 to friends, could collect only $50 when in need), he sank $34,000 in his ill-fated yawl, the Snark, and lost $70,000 when a great house he built burned...