Word: pocketfuls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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First-"No, he's Secretary of the Treasury. Why don't you look in your pocket...
...hunched body with the enormous shoulders, endure the glare of those narrowed black eyes. . . . Last week in a District Court in Manhattan Jack Dempsey climbed into a chair and sat down. He had on a new suit, his fierce black eyes looked sheepish. He stuck his thumbs into the pockets of his vest and wriggled them. He took his watch out of his pocket and played with the stem. He put it back in his pocket and played with the chain. He carefully examined and then rubbed his knuckles. From time to time in a low voice he answered questions...
...grave crises scattered throughout its distinguished lifetime Beck Hall has finally passed into the ruthless hands of cold blooded business men. Not to preserve its historic association, not to aid the University in providing convenient lodgings for its students, but merely to stretch as best they may their own pocket books, have the latest purchasers of Beck Hall sought its ownership. If financial expediency so dictates they may even compass its total demolition...
Having toured 5,000 miles of Europe in his "vest-pocket airplane," the Yankee Doodle, George Kern Jr., son of a meatpacker, retired, returned to the U. S. last fortnight to show the incredulous an air flivver which weighs only 575 pounds, costs $2,100, flies for three cents a mile, crosses the Alps...
HOME TO HARLEM-Claude McKay-Harpers ($2.50). Jake, a Negro, home from the World War, picks up a warm brown girl in a Harlem cabaret, gives her his last $50, spends the night with her. Next morning, after leaving her, he discovers in his pocket the $50 with a scrawl attached: "Just a little gift from a baby girl to a honey boy." But Jake had lost her address. So he finds new women, old drinks; becomes a longshoreman, a third cook on a Pullman, a quiet enjoyer of metropolitan fleshpots. In the end-Negroes, too, like it happy-Jake...