Word: nosing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...preparing his lectures for next year Professor Herring will have to look no further than his nose to discover a lobby, which brought into the full bloom of its founders' dreams, should make the United States Chamber of Commerce and the American Legion look like clusters of babbling high-school girls asking for an afternoon in the country. Harvard's contribution to the American band-wagon of pressure groups has the straightforward, no-fooling name of "Council of Government Concentrators," and boasts that it is the only organization of its kind in captivity...
...tunic, banged on the table with a spoon, shouted for food. He lolled on the table, leaning his head on his fist, twisting his head back and forth toward each of his guests. A messenger rushed in importantly, pushed an official message under II Duce's nose. II Duce glanced over it with a sleepy look, waved the messenger away. Eventually a mountain of spaghetti appeared. News to the foreign Press was the fact that II Duce is a dunker. With fine appetite he absorbed two plates of spaghetti and a helping of roast beef with peas. Into...
...Jaynes, pastor in Detroit of a foursquare Gospel Church affiliated with Aimee Semple McPherson's organization has a chubby 6-year-old son. Charles Jaynes Jr. eats spinach, practices on his violin, cannot read. In Shreveport, La. last Sunday night, Preacher Jaynes wiped his small moppet's nose, led him out before a good-sized congregation. Not the father but the son began beating the pulpit with a childish fist, pointing a small finger to heaven and piping in a clear treble : "Man has a two-fold nature. He is both a material and a spiritual being...
...speaker lifts the pince-nez from his nose: they snap to their stations on his pearl grey waistcoat. Folding shut the little brown volume, he gathers a few odd papers, picks a soft grey fedora from the top of the desk. Students sit glued to their chairs. Gaily, resolutely, unperturbed the lecturer marches down the aisle and out the door...
Three Harvard men were meandering through the Berkshires in a Chevrolet coupe one bright Sunday morning last month. They had been driving all night, and the three were huddled together in that slouchy "morning after the night before" fashion when suddenly the snooping nose of a new black Ford loomed into the mirror above the windshield. Now all Chevrolet owners know what that meant. It was just like waving a red flag before a bull. The driver's hot sporting blood surged up his spine; he awakened from his spell of dull lethargy and gave the accelerator a little push...