Word: plumpness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...furnished side office Carmine De Sapio held forth in his role of Democratic national committeeman. Talking by telephone to a political colleague, De Sapio's voice was rasping, his diction marked by such New York pronouns as "dese" and "dem." Hanging up the phone, he picked up a plump tangerine from his desk and tossed it to a political lieutenant, who peeled it and offered half to De Sapio. When he spoke to his visitors, De Sapio's voice changed. His tone was soft, his diction near-faultless. He told of his appointment as secretary of state...
...small town of Sylacauga, Ala., about 40 miles south of Birmingham, was enjoying its noontime peace under a blue sky. In the living room of her one-story frame house, Mrs. Ann Elizabeth Hodges, a pleasant, plump housewife of 32, was napping on a sofa. She was lying on her side, covered with two quilts, one hand resting on her hip. Her mother, Mrs. Ida Franklin, was sewing in the next room. Her husband, Hewlett, a telephone company tree surgeon, was away at work...
...leaders. A functionary in the Moscow Law School (though the record later dignified his jobs with grandiose titles), he was detested by the Old Bolshevik jurists. "I cannot stomach him," said Appellate Judge Galkin. "That man is simply a disgusting careerist." In the university he got to know a plump young party worker named Georgy Malenkov. Soon Andrei was made presiding judge at a trial of engineers charged with sabotaging Ukrainian coal mines. He helped work out the Soviet trial technique which he later, as State Prosecutor, employed with success against a group of British engineers on contract...
...heroine (plump Soprano Zinka Milanov) acted with all the agility of an animated Epstein statue; one of the heroes (hefty Baritone Leonard Warren) seemed to have heeded to excess Marie Antoinette's famed advice, "Let them eat cake"; and the mob that broke into the Act I chateau seemed neither big nor fierce enough to start a good argument, let alone a revolution. Nevertheless, for anyone with an ear for music and a mind for the elaborate make-believe that is opera, the Met won out handily over its slicked-down and tricked-up competition...
...right babies home to rear. Then, reluctantly, they agreed to switch. Swiss Housewife Madeleine Joye's predicament was even worse. She had no cause to suspect that one of the twins she bore on July 4, 1941 was not her son. True, Philippe grew up skinny and Paul plump: they were "as different as a cock from a rabbit." When the boys were six, Mrs. Joye met little Ernstli, a frail youngster who looked so much like Philippe that she began to wonder. She questioned Ernstli's mother, learned that he had been born at the same hospital...