Word: nosed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...with their views at the London Naval Conference. I do know the man, however, and whatever his views, or whatever his actions they were his and not Admiral Pratt's, nor influenced by Admiral Pratt's. He does his own thinking and is not led by the nose by his superiors or inferiors in rank. . . . I suppose I may be classed by you as one of those "navy hardshells" you speak of. If Vice Admiral Hepburn's ideas on the question of 6-in. v. 8-in. guns coincide with ideas I have heard Admiral Pratt express...
...Most spectacular Pittsburgh stunt came last month when Sergeant Frank Shannon, champion marksman of the Newark, N. J. police force, fired a round of Thompson submachine gun bullets at Night-Club Singer Ella Logan. Though only 30 feet from the "Tommy-gun," Miss Logan smiled, powdered her nose, survived. Between the singer and the Sergeant stood a sheet of Pittsburgh's bullet-proof glass, which is the same as safety glass, only more so. Instead of two layers of glass with one binder, it has four layers of glass with three binders. Made in thicknesses up to two inches...
...hair of the dog that bit you (1546). God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb (thought by many to be a Biblical quotation, by a more knowledgeable few the invention of Laurence Sterne, this proverb goes back to the French, 1594). Better a snotty child than his nose wiped off (1640). Better be the head of an ass than the tail of a horse (1670). Never say die (Dickens, 1837). Silence in the pig-market, and let the old sow have a grunt (1894). Three classes of clergy: Nimrods, ramrods, and fishing-rods...
Paramount and Fenway this week spend their evenings alternately donning buskin and sock in a felicitous double bill of "The Informer" and "Her Master's Voice". Victor McLaglen's astonishing ascent from his usual dead-pan broken-nose roles to his characterization of an informer in the Black and Tan uprisings in Dublin in 1922, giving away his pal to the police for the reward, attempting to drown his remorse in a night of mighty and generous carousal, and finally, confronted with the incontrovertible fact of his treachery, fleeing the vengeance of his pal's friends, only to be shot...
...What? Call that a nose? Na, na--I'm no fool like what you think I be--That there's a blue cucumber...