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...Mabel Fairbanks is no carbon copy of Sonja Henie or Maribel Vinson. But experts rate her superior to most white amateurs and unquestionably the best skater of her race. Shy, timid and coal-black, she tried on her first pair of skates less than four years ago. Within six months she was mastering spirals, sit-down spins and stops -figures that spill many a veteran. A manager took Mabel in tow, dubbed her "The Swanee Snow Bird" because she was born in Florida, booked her at a scattering of Manhattan rinks. She learned how to dance...
...clearly a season for ducks...with a quack quack here and a quack quack there...and a quack quack everywhere. Yes, even Mabel, the blallard in front of the student building celebrated the leaving of the seniors by hatching out seven little ones...she evidently got her Active Duty assignment Of the sixty-six Nieman Follows, only six have left journalism for any other activity than military or emergency wartime government service. Of these six, one is executive in a shipyard, one with the Red Cross Blood Donor Service, two handling public relations of large aviation and munitions industries...
...begun to believe Mabel is sittin' on glass eggs ... It's been three weeks now and still no results ... Some farmer told me it takes four however ... so here's hopin ... Papa duck hasn't been seen by the j. g. of B23 lately ... We hope he isn't two timing Mabel at this critical stage...
...Mabel the mallard duck with her must in front of the Student club is undoubtedly one of the best attended mallard ducks in the countryside. Mabel not only has father duck bringing her choice edibles. . . she has a certain (jg) bringing her bread crumbs from Cowie Hall . . . Also within duck-bill length Mabel has a bowl full of water which said (jg) also religiously fills. I can't mention the (jg's) name. . . . He outranks me. . . . In fact, he is very rank at times...
...town buzzing with curiosity and indignation. Mrs. Wolfe sat up reading the book until 3 a.m. "Sometimes I'd laugh," she said, "but again I'd cry. It was ridiculous in some ways, but I didn't look upon it as being anything serious." Her daughter Mabel thought otherwise. "I understand," she said, "that Tom has written up the family and the people and - has given them terrible names, and all." "Why, that's all right," said ambitious Mrs. Wolfe, "even if he calls me old Caroline Peavine. I says, 'Why, if he makes...