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...guest drove up with a load of hay, another with a batch of butter. One Manchester builder always carries drainpipes in the back of his car and wears overalls over his natty $75 suit. Officially, he is always on his way to or from "drain trouble." An enterprising publican near Birmingham bought a hayrick, stuck it in a nearby field, and advertised it "for sale." Farmers could drive to the field to inspect the hayrick and, incidentally, drop into the pub for a pint...
When a timid young stranger flops down, "destroyed from walking," in a County Mayo pub and confesses that he has murdered his father in some far place, all the young women in the neighborhood find him superbly glamorous; indeed, the publican's daughter Pegeen is ready to throw over her commonplace swain to marry him. Fired by all this adulation, mousy Christopher Mahon (Burgess Meredith) begins to see himself as a lion, cops all the prizes in a sports contest, becomes a very chesty...
...Ship, an ancient Tudor pub with sawdust on the floor, overlooking the finish line. Publican Gus Foster, an ex-lion tamer, thought some of the old boat-race flavor was missing. He remembered the time he bet his shirt against a lady's blouse-and won. "She took off her blouse right in the public bar," he said. "She was a sport, she was." For 30 years he had rented out window space on The Day, and usually quadrupled his sale of beer and short-order meals...
...when an Episcopal chaplain turns to the men who belong to his own church, "he finds less cause for joy. . . . The pathetic weakness of much of our religious education is now most glaringly apparent. . . . We have turned out too many people who are more like the Pharisee than the Publican-members of the Episcopal Church who look around and say, 'Thank God I am not as other men are.' It has all contributed to the smug complacency that makes so many Episcopalians readily and proudly admit that they are Churchmen, but makes them as readily admit that they...
Down to Scrapfaggot Green for United Press hurried an Irish expert on leprechauns, Dr. D. J. G. MacSweeney. Admittedly, witches were a little out of his line, but the doctor went to work with Celtic canniness, came up with a report-on Publican Sykes. "He is an upstanding citizen . . . but, I fear, a man with a glass in his eye for business. . . . All the witnesses were customers of his pub. . . . The witch legend is a matter for hooting and disbelief in adjoining Little Waltham. Little Walthamites in road crews assure me they have moved the stone a score of times...