Word: pocketing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...voiced, restrained-and he wears rimless pinch-nose glasses (he served for five months as a machine gunner in the Ukrainian Army, then signed as seaman on a munitions ship bound for America-reached New York unable to speak English and with only 14? in Turkish money in his pocket. For months he worked as an engraver's assistant at $13 a week-lost his job when he asked for a $3 raise-made enough money to establish himself as an artist by shipping for five months on a Standard Oil tanker to South America). In brief, you would...
...officer with bulging eyes and thick lips searched us for guns, took away our papers and hit Talbot for not raising his injured right arm high enough. With a curse he threw my ten-dollar bills to the ground; I picked them up and put them back in my pocket. Then he pulled two photographs out of his speckled parachute dress and asked: "Do you know who this...
Less than ten years ago National Airlines was the Toonerville Trolley of the airways. By last week little N.A.L. (1,087 route miles between New Orleans, Jacksonville, Tampa, Miami and Key West) was ready for big-time commercial aviation, with a brand-new Civil Aeronautics Board license in its pocket. As soon as it can get the planes, National can start regular flights to New York through the prize air-travel territory of Savannah, Wilmington, N.C. and Norfolk. The expansion was financed by increased operating revenues (May's take: $156,000) and a $113,333⅓ stock issue which...
...chute harness slipped up around my neck in a strangle hold, covering the knife in my breast pocket. I was helpless, a perfect target for snipers and I could hear some of them not far away...
...them asked the freshmen: "Are you Jews?" Poor and Gilbert made no answer, tried to hurry on. Two pursuers blocked their path, insisted: "Are you Jews?" "No," said Poor. He was not-Gilbert was. They quickened their pace. When Poor, to cover his nervousness, reached into his pocket for matches to light a cigaret, one of the gang yelled: "They have a knife!" Seven or eight boys leaped on the two freshmen. Badly mauled, both spent the night in Stillman Infirmary, Peter Poor had two stitches taken...