Word: pompously
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...material, I find him dull and phony, and can't for the life of me understand the tremendous vogue he's having. He doesn't really like or understand working people, to my way of thinking, and he's so very sentimental and pompous; in fact as far as I'm concerned, he's nothing but a stuffed workshirt...
...even more foolish than they'd expected, and settled down to the real events of the evening. You didn't manage to "steal the show," or "walk off with the honors" at all. Another performance like this one, and Cambridge is likely to conclude it can do without the pompous, angry little man who acts rather like Donald Duck...
Last week, when the Westminster was staged at Manhattan's Madison Square Garden, there was a turnout of 2,738 dogs (89 breeds), including many refugees from England (see p. 27). One, a pompous little Pekingese, which had waddled ashore only the day before, had scarcely lost his sea legs. Another, an ugly bulldog, had cost his owner a reputed $12,000 at a recent London sale. In the rings were many other strange-sounding foreign breeds : Keeshonden, kuvasz, komondorock,* Rottweilers, Salukis, Pulis, papillons and bouviers des Flandres. But they were outnumbered by dachshunds, Scotties, beagles, collies, terriers, spaniels...
Listeners-in on the Rev. Charles Edward Coughlin's radio program last Sunday heard as pompous and ominous a whoop-de-do as ever came out of Royal Oak, Mich. The hour began, as usual, with soft religious music. Then, instead of the accustomed rabble-rousing baritone, came the voice of an announcer urging listeners to tell their friends to tune in. More music. Then the announcer, in almost a fall-of-Warsaw manner: "I am instructed to say: Father Coughlin will not address you today." Again music, followed by: "I am instructed to say: Pay no heed...
Punctual, enthusiastic, pompous, slightly mischievous, Duroure has taken a new lease on life since the war began. He had been only a colonel near retirement age. "What wonderful luck," he thinks, to have been at the very age - between 50 and 65 - at which generals are made. Now he wants an Army Corps. Backed by the dubious Gurau, the rising radical young Deputy who in a previous volume subtly sold out to the oil interests and is now a cabinet minister, Duroure entertains two visiting deputies by provoking an artillery duel which goes wrong, nearly turns his little party into...