Word: pusher
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...current then flows through a filter which regulates the timbre. This filter is run by a miniature keyboard and works like button-tuning on radio sets; by pressing one button, instead of getting WLW or KNX, the pusher gets cello or clarinet. Next the current flows into the amplifier, controlled by a foot pedal, finally comes out of the loudspeaker. If done properly, it comes out as music...
...Lawnmower Pusher." Roundy's chief field is still sports (last football season he picked 153 winners, in 172 games; in this basketball season he has miscalled only two out of 50), but anything is likely to attract his punditry. He sums up the problem of teen age delinquency thus: "I don't blame the men in service at all these young girls are up town to get picked up they get picked up alright that is their fault. . . . I can't understand what is the matter with some of the parents some of these sixteen year...
Roundy dubs himself "the old lawn-mower pusher." He is as much a town character as a columnist, knows everybody, gripes at tavern prices, poses as a callous cynic while collecting hundreds of dollars for crippled children's camps and other charities. His style is not a pose. He talks that way, dictates his column...
...most U. S. cities the marijuana salesman peddles his cigarets to known clients in public places. He is known to his clients as a "pusher." His clients are known as "vipers." Etiquette between pushers and vipers is necessarily delicate. When he wants to buy, the viper sidles up to the pusher and inquires "Are ya stickin'?" or "Are ya layin' down the hustle?" If the answer is affirmative, the viper says, "Gimme an ace" (meaning one reefer), "a deuce" (meaning two), or "a deck" (meaning a large number). The viper may then quietly "blast the weed" (smoke...
Crouched on California's Muroc Dry Lake in May 1940 for its first flight, the flying wing, like most airplanes on the ground, looked terrible. Tailless as a Manx cat, it squatted on a three-wheeled undercarriage. Its wing tips (span 38 feet) drooped forlornly. Two pusher propellers poked out of its rump like something an insane designer had tacked on as an afterthought. From its blunt beak thrust a long rod carrying the head of its airspeed indicator. It looked like a ruptured, weather-racked duck, too fatigued to tuck in its wings...