Word: rakishness
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...Highland Fling (by Margaret Curtis; produced by George Abbott) is as Scottish as it sounds but hardly as lively. A yarn about the ghost of a rakish 18th-Century laird, it tries for both rowdy fun and romantic charm, never quite spears either...
...table, writing longhand clearly in a remarkably concise style. Said he: "I learned not to waste words when I worked in Brown, Shipley; in those days a short telegram often meant the difference between profit & loss." He always wore a soft felt hat at a rakish angle; usually traveled by subway with his ticket stuck in his hatband. He played the piano gently, walked a lot, carpentered very well. He is devoted to the gardens of his London house, Thorpe Lodge, where he occasionally gives long lectures to his servants...
...over. Vice President Henry Wallace gravely shook the President's hand. When the President returned to the executive offices, photographers were waiting. He grouped his faithful secretaries and military aide about his desk and posed for anniversary pictures. Then, putting his cigaret holder in his mouth at a rakish angle, jutting his chin forward, in the pose cartoonists use, he said: "Let's make one this way, boys." Franklin Roosevelt was putting on his "stern face." The result (see cut) showed what a remarkable resemblance the President, now 61, bears to his late mother...
...Wagnalls into every argument at home plate. The Dodgers' educational standards will thus be lowered to an unheard-of extreme; it will be like throwing a Ted Lyons curve ball to a rookie straight from Andalusia of the Georgia-Florida League. Unless the Dodgers forego this unholy alliance, their rakish diamond tactics may soon be Whiffenpoofed to a grey-flannel sophistication...
...face to face with the hater's major problem," he wrote in an article entitled "He Learns About Hatlessness at Harvard," which appeared in the official organ of his union, a newspaper called The Hat Worker. Naturally it pained Wagenfeld, striding through the Yard with his chapeon at a rakish angle, to see fair haired, bare-haired boys appear from behind every tree and building...