Word: paunched
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Iower rates which large capacity makes possible? He did not! . . . . . . Who cares about who Insull married, about how many electric trains his son had or where said son went to school? . . . Why not tell us about the excessive rates his utilities charged? . . . Nor does anyone care about seeing his paunch as depicted on the frontispiece of TIME. ARTHUR...
...Conscious." Two other Hell drawings of note: "The Idiot Giant War," an obscene, pinheaded, hog-faced beast with ostrich feathers in his rump, gulping fistfuls of men from a great bowl ; "Trying to End it All," a pale and flabby Hellion, who has just slashed ineffectively at his nude paunch with a dagger...
...Washington, Vice President Garner again withdrew into a stony silence on national affairs. The next time newsmen saw him he was wandering around the House wing of the Capitol. He did not deny that he was "homesick for the old place." In a brighter mood, he pounded his small paunch. "Look at this waistline," he cried. "Know how I shaved off four inches this summer? Every day I went out to my pecan orchard and stooped over 125 times, picking up one nut each time. Say, that's great exercise...
...been trying to get him just as it got Chicago's Alphonse Capone. Federal investigators, working day and night, uncovered evidence showing that he owed the Treasury $1,111,000 in taxes. When his trial began bull-necked Irving Wexler affected bored unconcern. Hands laced across his paunch, he dozed while lawyers droned. But spry, boyish Prosecutor Thomas E. Dewey soon jolted him wide awake with 140 witnesses and 900 exhibits carefully tracing the history and ramifications of Wexler's beer business. He showed that while Wexler was reporting an income of $8,000 and paying...
...Untermyer scoffed: "This is just a play to the galleries." Said Mayor O'Brien to a newshawk as he hurried out after listening meekly in the background: "My dear boy, I've got a great big hole down here [patting his paunch]. I've got to hurry along and get some lunch...