Word: nosing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...York World thumbtacked a fresh sheet of paper and set about sketching two figures. One was a tall figure, one a short. They faced each other, the small one standing with his knees slightly bent, his shoulders hunched, his left thumb insultingly applied to his buttonish nose. In his right hand was a little wooden sword. On his head appeared a crested toy helmet, bravely capped by a toy British flag. Behind his twiddling fingers, the small creature's mouth was opened in scolding anger; his scrubby mustache and beetling eyebrows bristled. His spectacles added to the effect...
...blunt Dutch nose, slimy with seaweed, poked upward from the depths of San Francisco bay last week, was followed by the emerging bulk of Her Netherlandic Majesty's submarine K-XIII...
...prodigy. He had made public orations in the Liberty Loan drives at the age of 10. He had finished high school at 16 and, after a nervous breakdown, read long and late at philosophy and psychology, screwed up in a corner with his scrawny shoulders hunched, his lean hooked nose thrust into a book. Mr. Silberstein, a tailor, and his wife, would listen in awe to their son's condescending accounts of long arguments with Mr. Calisch. They looked at one another anxiously when Emanuel devoured every published detail of the murder of a small Jewish boy, Bobbie Franks...
...evening last week, Mr. Calisch sat at his usual table in his usual cafeteria. In came a slender figure in a serge coat and grey "bellbottom" trousers, with a cap pulled so far down over the cadaverous face that only the high hooked nose of Emanuel Silberstein showed out from beneath. Moving up behind his old tutor, the youth raised a squat hammer (a cobbler's) and beat upon the bowed white skull. James Calisch was unconscious, his cranium crushed beyond repair, before other patrons could seize Student Silberstein...
Short, thick, with a curly nose and an eye like a new horsechestnut; coarse-mouthed and lyric-handed, a good hater, a bad lover, a composer who made his reputation as another man would make his point in a dice game, Pietro Mascagni. It was in Leghorn, Italy, that his father baked bread, but the rumor that Pietro helped in the family trade has never been verified. Indeed, the boy Mascagni refused from the first to soil his hands with flour; he seemed to have an illimitable capacity for roistering, in reward for which, when he was sixteen, his father...