Word: pert
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Author is tiny but Irish, with strong nerves and a sense of humor. She repeats the description a Communist girl organizer gave of her: "You have a baby face and pert manners. . . . You think you're an artist. . . . You're the kind of person I want to see killed!" Born 24 years ago in the slums of Washington, D. C., where her parents were social workers, Authoress Gilfillan has always had a "penchant for 'bums.' " By the time she was 14 she had run away from home twice to see the world. At 17, her parents...
Heinz Spanknoebel, a pert young man with a shock of hair, came to live in the U. S. three years ago. A Seventh Day Adventist minister, he left his wife and children in Wurzburg, set up in Detroit as a photograph finisher. He made no attempt to become naturalized, and has always boasted of himself as "one of the original Nazis." With the accession of Chancellor Hitler, Heinz Spanknoebel was appointed head of the U. S. Nazis by Dr. Ley of the Nazi Foreign Propaganda Bureau in Hamburg. Mounting foreign protests, and the dismal failure of Nazi propaganda in foreign...
...brought under a permanent trade agreement, which affected some 300,000 factory workers, promised new jobs for some 40,000 more.* The motor code was flown by Army plane from Washington to the President's home at Hyde Park in the lap of Miss Frances ("Robbie") Robinson, pert secretary to Recovery Administrator Johnson. The President mulled over it in his cubby-hole study, talked with General Johnson by long-distance telephone, finally squiggled his name...
...most frequent and familiar cry heard in the Johnson office in the Department of Commerce building is "Robbie!" At the General's loud call up steps a small, pert young woman of 27 named Frances Robinson. She is his secretary and shadow. She runs his tumultuous office. She flies with him on his missions about the country. She hovers over him at all press conferences. She is a NRA power...
...London last week Sweden's pert, petite Princess Ingrid thought she would have a look at the World Monetary & Economic Conference. She went to the brand new white stone edifice with imposing classic columns which was built as London's Geological Museum but converted just before completion to house the Conference (TIME, June 19). Entering incognito, Her Royal Highness poked about. She found most of the committee rooms empty, a few bored statesmen arguing in others. Taken in tow by a Conference doorman she was led to what is eventually to be the Museum's Great Hall...