Word: maniacs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...look ahead; on trap and green shots he sometimes went up to see how the shot looked backwards. On one three-quarter-inch putt last week, he went through all the footwork and club-positioning that he used on a ten-footer. After a match, he usually retired to Maniac Hill (the practice range) to work on some minor flaw. Ben Hojan seemed to thrive on tension and hard work...
...thing to hell on earth. In the rare intervals when he was not being Evans-ridden, desperate Partner Kimberly, who is The Hucksters' most enjoyable character, frenziedly dulled his stomach ulcers with benzedrine, double-Scotches, expensive prostitutes, and psychiatrists. "My psychiatrist tells me I'm a sex-maniac," he told Vic sadly; "but I told him that I doubted if bulls and rabbits had Oedipus complexes." Vic Norman was puzzled by this remark: "I must have missed a line," he said. "No, I [missed] two consultations," said Partner...
...Dodger will turn up. They all turn up toward the climax of this melocomic fracas, in which Red Skelton clowns around in House-of-David-style false whiskers in order to warn a police inspector that the trusted friend sitting next him at a ball game is a homicidal maniac. The story is strenuously pasted together for laughs, but some of its comic assault & battery hits the funnybone, while Red Skelton, his idiotic beard and imbecilic lack of interest in the game he is supposed to pitch, sometimes conflict humorously with the maniacal seriousness of Ebbets Field baseball...
...noisy, cluttered city room of the Sacramento Union, Sports Editor Dick Edmonds and a 30-year-old baseball maniac and nightclub owner named Yubi Separovich bemoaned the end of the world: Sacramento's "Solons" were no more. The St. Louis Cardinals, owners of the club, had sold their Pacific Coast League franchise to Tacoma, Wash., for $50,000. In three days, P.C.L. directors would meet to approve the transfer, the stadium probably would be torn down, the ball park subdivided for postwar real estate...
...Wise guys! I open up the doors at six o'clock in the morning. One day I'm making coffee. A maniac comes in. 'Hey, jerk,' he says, 'gimme a cupa coffee.' Jerk! You're not in business to fight, right? A physical altercation can spoil the nickels. 'Derelict,' I say, 'don't disturb my equanimity.' So again he insults me-a hollow hulk like that. So I say to him: 'Your idiocy is very refreshing.' So he gets sore and wants to fight...