Word: punched
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Francisco should presently become as distinguished for its arts as for its setting, San Franciscans would owe many thanks to WPA. Already hopeful of this, San Francisco WPA officials were pleased as Punch last week at the dedication of one of the most sophisticated WPA building jobs in the U. S.-a new, $1,500,000 Aquatic Park overlooking the Golden Gate...
Facing him in the chair of the Commerce Committee was North Carolina's tight-mouthed Senator Josiah Bailey, whose long nose, for a long feud, Hopkins once tried to punch in the Mayflower Hotel lobby. Beating last summer's Purge had made Senator Bailey feel no more kindly toward one of its prime instigators. Chairman Bailey turned him over for questioning to Michigan's beetling Vandenberg, spokesman for the Republicans. Mr. Vandenberg, with an elaborate air of ironic courtesy, asked Mr. Hopkins what business experience had qualified him to fulfill such constitutional duties as, for example, running...
Last October, Colonel Ruppert did not see the World Series. Ill with phlebitis (inflammation of the veins), he listened at his radio, beamed with joy as he heard his beloved Yankees annihilate the Chicago Cubs in four straight victories. The colonel was as pleased as Punch. His Yankees were toasted as the greatest team in baseball history, the only outfit that ever won three World Series in a row. His farm teams, too, were tops. Of his 14 minor-league teams, eight won their pennants, one took the Little World Series, and four others got into playoffs...
Pressagent Straus runs his crew of ex-newsmen in PWA-Interior like a well-organized city staff, spurs them to dig up the kind of feature stories that newspapers are glad to get. Last week Mike Straus was pleased as punch over his latest job of pressagentry. From the slick, birch-lined radio studio atop the new Interior Building-only studio owned by any Government department-Mr. Ickes and assorted "Voices," hoofbeats, Indian drums, and aides broadcast a dramatization of Interior's 1938 report. Title of script was "My Dear Mr. President." Excerpt...
...gong for the next round, she was winded. In fact, she was punch-drunk. She couldn't seem to select the rest of the meal. Every moment that she hesitated the nephew knew that she was losing ground. But what to do about it? Finally the elder struck out in desperation: "I haven't had any corn on the cob for some time. How would what go with clams...