Word: pocketing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...little, persistent Sir Godfrey Martin Huggins of Southern Rhodesia. He lunched with Winston Churchill, sat with the War Cabinet, shot the breeze with Canada's W. L. Mackenzie King, New Zealand's Peter Eraser, South Africa's Jan Christiaan Smuts. Inevitably, out of his pocket came Huggins' Plan No. 1, or Huggins' Plan No. 2, or both. He was a man with something to sell...
...Holmes was a strange fish. He gave his opinions briefly, spontaneously (some Justices took six months). When lawyers complained, Holmes roared: "May God twist my tripes if I string out the obvious for the delectation of fools!" As soon as an attorney began to speak, Holmes whipped out his pocket notebook, took notes. Eagerly he would await what he called the point of contact: "the formula-the place where the boy got his finger pinched in the machinery." Sometimes he caught onto it in the first five minutes, would promptly doze...
Then came the big news. A Republican freshman, Congressman Albert Lewis Miller of Kimball, Neb., suddenly remembered that he had in his pocket a couple of letters from General MacArthur-and released them to the press. Miller, once an able, prosperous physician, owned a hospital in Kimball until 1934, when he lost both his legs in a hunting accident. He traveled every country in the world but three (Turkey, Afghanistan, Greece), and then took up politics. But politics is no easy science; Dr. Miller did not seem aware of what he had now done. He had met the General twice...
...each one in the boat we'd empty his pockets and search for identification. One was named Thomas. He had a canteen on his belt and a map in his pocket, both with that name on it. John Thomas. Wilson, H.W., had an identification tag around his neck. He also had a billfold with a picture of a girl, some foreign coins, a wrist watch, and a bottle opener...
...third had a knife and some coins in his pocket but there was no name. If he ever had an identification tag around his neck, it would have been gone. He had no head or neck. He was and would continue to be an unknown-a nobody-at-all. We put them, one on the other, in the bottom of the boat, covered them with a canvas and started back. It was a long ride back...