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Word: parkers (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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Informal Dance at the Parker House, restricted to those of the Mid-Off School. . . . For those of you who don't know, the Parker House Roof is not open to Boston's salty breezes, so repack those woolies. It is really a smooth place to dance--with all the comforts of home--a cocktail bar attached, that is. Midshipmen and Senior Officers are invited to the function, which gives promise of being just what we have all been waiting...

Author: By W. M. Cousine and T. X. Cronin, S | Title: The Lucky Bag | 9/1/1944 | See Source »

Copley Plaza--There was no one around here but Parker Buck having dinner with his mother-in-law-to-be, up from New York for the weekend. One could see big plans afoot. Parker says this is the only way to make certain the answer will be "yes and soon...

Author: By Jack T. Shindler, | Title: The Lucky Bag | 8/22/1944 | See Source »

...Russ Parker wears a terrific sunburn now, you'll notice. He just can't keep away from the water and from all reports is batting 1.000 on these weekend jaunts...

Author: By Jack Shindier, | Title: The Lucky Bag -:- | 8/8/1944 | See Source »

...playing on some fine the ball clubs he has opposed some of the greatest players of all time, and the Chief has superlatives for every one. He calls Bronko Nagurski "the greatest plunger of all time"; Tuffy Leemans, "a real gentleman"; Mel Hein, "in a class by himself"; Ace Parker, "the greatest player in all-around ability...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Tuckey, Former Redskin Player, To Be Assistant Football Coach | 8/4/1944 | See Source »

Even his best friends disagreed about the Town Crier's real nature. Acid Poetess Dorothy Parker believed he had "done more kindness than anyone I have ever known." Novelist Edna Ferber called him a "New Jersey Nero who mistook his pinafore for a toga." Sometimes his most devoted admirers found his cantankerousness hard to bear. "I find you are beginning to disgust me, puss," he once snarled at a guest. "How about getting the hell out of here...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Pumblechook | 7/31/1944 | See Source »

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