Word: pocketer
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Stassen's headlong drive did not mean that he had the nomination in his pocket. But professional politicians who had said "He's a good man but he can't be nominated," hurried to take a second look. They also looked hard and long in the direction of Michigan's Senator Arthur Vandenberg, whom Stassen never failed to praise and who might be the ultimate beneficiary of the Stassen strength...
...murder rate. Some recalled that objections like Ede's were raised more than a century ago to oppose the reform of Britain's brutal criminal laws. In George III's reign, more than 200 crimes were punishable by death. Among them: felling a tree, picking a pocket, associating with gypsies for a month. In 1810, to a proposal to abolish 'the death penalty for shoplifting of articles worth five shillings or more, Lord Ellenborough had solemnly objected: "I trust your lordships will pause before you assent to an experiment pregnant with danger to the security...
...attentiveness, as their eyes move studyingly from the speaker to the faces of their conquerors of three years ago. Occasionally, there sounds the discreet rustle of wax paper as a representative of the people unwraps his brown bread sandwich, neatly folds the paper and tucks it back in his pocket for future use. The linoleum floor beneath their feet is spick & span because this group has nothing with which to litter...
...suddenly chilled beyond belief. You realize, swiftly, that they are not the friendly, ordinary men they pretended to be all along. . . . The bland face of the short, portly man in front-obviously the leader-has become set, purposeful, inscrutable, and his hand is all at once in the pocket of his grey suitcoat. The faces of his henchmen, grouped carelessly around him, convey the same ominous mood. . . . They stand there, waiting, and their purpose is clear. You want desperately to call for help, but you know it's no use. The house is empty, the yards and streets...
...pocket is filled, and my cup runneth over...