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...awards against newspapers do not reflect an increased animus toward the press, in the opinion of Robert Sack, a libel attorney who represents the Wall Street Journal. He thinks that jurors get used to reading about large awards in injury or malpractice cases. Libel suits rarely show out-of-pocket losses, but "when the question turns on how much a man's reputation is worth," Sack believes, "round numbers will come to the juror's mind." What made a $50 million libel suit against the Boston Globe remarkable last week was a verdict that found five paragraphs of a story...
...organization as diverse as the U.N., some idiosyncrasies were bound to emerge. Nicaraguan President Daniel Ortega Saavedra refused to hold his country's blue-and-white national flag (his Sandinistas prefer their own red-and-black banner) and thrust the Nicaraguan colors into his pocket during the shoot. Canada's Prime Minister Brian Mulroney, coming straight from a stem-winding speech before the General Assembly, decided to change into a fresh shirt...
...obeyed. Mainstream men's fashion is the business of defining those rules, marketing them and playing subtle little games with them. In the boardroom or the law office, such rules are not flouted, never mind broken. They are nudged gently. The fold of a handkerchief in the breast pocket of a suit jacket, the width of a stripe on a shirt, a print on a pair of bright suspenders: these are the permissible talismans of individuality. Pitiful...
...Einstein lived, Hulit took with him a foot measurer and a few pairs of shoes. Dukas admitted the shoe man to the foyer of the smallish two-story house. "Suddenly," says Hulit, "Einstein came down the stairs, smoking his pipe. He shook hands and then reached into his back pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper and said, 'Zis is ze problem...
...don’t misunderstand me—I love the song. Whenever I hear the lurching guitar progression and the aw-shucks lyrics (“Preppy girls never looked at me / Why should they? / I ain’t nobody, got nothing in my pocket,” etc.), I beam with old-school geek pride and want to get drunk off one beer and run across the Yard...