Word: paunch
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Leon Henderson, forced out as Price Boss last December by an angry Congress, is now a happy, healthy civilian in the chips. He has lost much of his paunch, and his once ever-so-sensitive sacroiliac bothers him not at all. Manhattan night-clubbers often see him bounding bull-like in the Henderson version of a rumba. He is his own boss as board chairman of the Research Institute of America (a business economic service); he can say what he wants once a week as radio news commentator for O'Sullivan Rubber Co. ("America's No. 1 Heel...
...York Athletic Club, a swing along the docks to chat with his boys, the feel in his pocket of a horse-choking roll of green backs, careful attention to his fingernails and his bright ties-and above all vast quantities of food to nourish the Ryan paunch. Says contented Joe Ryan: "I like good food of all kinds, and I think my longshoremen want me to have...
...young officer's orders are to begin the war at midnight, but he and his men start at 6 p.m., rush to London and capture the Home Guard General in a Turkish bath. The young officer looks down on the towel wrapped about Blimp's droopy paunch and says: "Well, all I can say, Sir, is that when Napoleon said an army marches on its stomach. . . ." From his full, majestic, nude height Blimp replies: "Let me tell you that in 40 years' time you'll be an old gentleman too, and if your belly keeps pace...
...White had stood in the front row to keep a sharp eye on the President: "He seemed to be gay, sure of himself, a bit festive at times, informative, indeed illuminating. . . . He has grown notably heavier since he came to the White House. . . . His growth has not been in paunch. It has been above his navel. His shoulders have widened. His neck and jowls have filled out. His head has taken a new form. . . . He is a vital person...
Last week the Russian Ballet's shrewd, chunky Sol Hurok clasped his hands over his ample paunch and sighed with content. His Ballet Theatre had just opened Manhattan's annual ballet season at the Metropolitan Opera House. His Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo was to join it a week later at the same stand. While balletomanes roared approval in accents as thick as borsch, more staid Manhattanites took stock of the first of five brand-new ballet productions, mooned nostalgically over such puff-skirted favorites as Swan Lake and Sylphides, such latter-day spectacles as Petrouchka and Bluebeard...