Word: mislaid
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...sprint record is broken, and the "discriminatory practices" of the old against the young in the matters of sex and summer are defeated. As the two cronies weasel their way to Yale and through the R.C.A.F., there emerges a portrait of that very special generation, not lost but somehow mislaid between the Depression and World...
Scurrying from caucus room to caucus room in search of his mislaid presidential nomination, Candidate Adlai Stevenson allowed himself to be poked, prodded, pushed and paraded until he felt, as he put it, like a prize Angus on display. Occasionally he asked one of his aides: "How am I doing?" The reply was invariably: "Fine, Governor." That was all Stevenson knew or needed to know while managers worked desperately behind the scenes last week to put out the flames that Harry Truman had torched by spurning Stevenson and declaring for Averell Harriman (TIME...
...explore a placid world that stirs with life only after some trifling event breaks up the humdrum of routine. It is the parochial world of pastors, curates and their parishioners. The mocked and pitied heroes of Powers' short stories are usually worldly U.S. Roman Catholic priests who have mislaid their sense of vocation in the hubbub of parish politics, bingo socials and Legion of Decency campaigns. Illinois-born and Catholic-reared. Author Powers brings an unsparing eye and a spare style to the subject of priestly frailty, but writes with enough basic compassion to avoid mere anticlericalism. He shares...
...world wars Britain gained the admiration of the whole world, but in victory lost (or mislaid) the custodian of its own soul-the middle class. Historians of this civil-war-by-attrition have necessarily come from the ranks of the defeated; one of the most skilled and disenchanted of these is a dry-styled novelist and critic (Punch) named Anthony Powell...
...herself manages to become the conquering flame. The story does nothing so genteel as unfold. It catapults and ricochets: characters bounce out of trapdoors, squeeze into closets, hide under tables, eavesdrop behind screens; boys dress up as girls and cab drivers loop with drink, identities are mistaken and purses mislaid. There is all the homey, cheerful pandemonium of a horse-and-buggy age whose inhabitants may have been inhibited but whose playwriting decidedly...