Word: plump
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...waved it. She let them put a Hawaiian lei around her neck. Her secretary suggested that she hold the New York delegation's state standard. It was passed up to the bo:: and she held it, beaming. Newsgatherers implored her to say something and with tears on her plump cheeks she said: "This is the happiest moment of my life, to find that others appreciate the Governor as I do." They tried to put a baby donkey into her arms. "Send it up to Albany," she said, laughing and crying at the same time. She dispensed scores of autographs...
...remarking: "Merci, mon ami! But today it is too hot to fight." Soon all Deputies trooped in to hear the Prime Minister set forth the policies of his Cabinet and appeal for a general vote of confidence, which, if refused, would mean his fall. With crispness and power, the plump little man, white-bearded, flashing-eyed, set forth his universally known principles and concluded in smashing style: "The sons of France do not fight at the bedside of their sick mother! In the hour of crisis I grouped about me those who had opposed me. I do not regret...
...good for one day only. Every syllable of the grim proceedings flashes over all the Russias by radio broadcast. Cinema cameras whir at intervals. Flashlight powders occasionally blaze and boom. Fifty Russian and Asiatic correspondents keep 28 telegraph lines busy. Delegations of spectators pour in, daily, from provincial Soviets, plump down on especially reserved benches and marvel at their surroundings...
Farrell and Jones were left with 36 more holes to play to settle the tie. Both showed the strain of the three days' play in their faces but not in their games. Jones, plump and thoughtful, his cowlick slicing over his eyebrow, stalked after his ball in silence while Farrell, lean and dark, walked with a gloomy air beside him. As beautiful, as effective as ever was Jones's effortless, mechanically perfect game; his drives were as long as ever, his putts as straight and his score-144-identical with that which had put him ahead...
...Before plump Mr. Hoover alone, a typical big business choice, the Houston Papists could at least evince an impudent sanguinity even if they did not feel it. But when he is backed by the bristing Senator Curtis and the latter's farm states lulled by pious Republican promises, the only Democratic hope lies in a decided stand for repealment of the Prohibition Act. And since the Democratic party does not even possess a Nicholas Murray Butler to table, this is equivalent to no hope...