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Word: plopping (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Though he writes best about orchids, shrewd Author MacDonald does not write too much about them. He senses that most readers will read his jungle success story for its account of guácharos, birds with whiskers on their beaks (when their young fall out of the nest they plop and explode), trees that put people to sleep, moths whose sting drives men insane...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Travelogue | 7/24/1939 | See Source »

...school of biff-plop-ratatat-tat cartooning was coming up fast. Today even spry old Foxy would be hard put to it to dodge the machine gun slugs and interplanetary rockets that whiz through the "comic" strips of the Thirties...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Grandpa's Pa | 11/14/1938 | See Source »

After the first round, however, the greater part of the gallery of 300 trudged around after lanky, woolly-topped Howard Wheeler of Atlanta-watched him tee up on the edge of a match folder, shuffle along the fairways in a Stepin Fetchit gait, plop down on the greens while waiting his turn to putt. A onetime professional whose occupation has been "just walkin' round" since he lost his job at Atlanta's Lincoln (Negro) Country Club in 1933. 29-year-old Howard Wheeler proved last week that he could still teach folks a few golfing tricks. With...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Negro Open | 9/12/1938 | See Source »

...aunt was eating her supper. She heard Mrs. Bridges scream and plop on the concrete below. She ran down two flights of stairs and arrived in the little dark alley the same time as Harry Bridges. He was in his undershirt with shaving cream on his face. The woman appeared to be unconscious and Mr. Bridges asked my aunt to remain with her while he went upstairs to telephone for an ambulance...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Aug. 23, 1937 | 8/23/1937 | See Source »

...hands. The sweet innocence on her round face made him wistful, and for a moment he lost his carefree look. But to show his supreme faith in childhood, he stooped down, pinched her check, and walked on with a sigh. Two seconds later he was stopped dead by the plop of a snowball in the back of his neck and an carsplitting whine, as though some one had been kicked in the shins, and his 'petite' cried, "Say, what are you trying to do: make...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Crime | 12/5/1936 | See Source »

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