Word: rakishness
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...nice to look at-a lean little body and all dressed up in rakish clothes that nobody had ever seen before. Men said she was fast; but she was no girl for rough weather. They sent her out to sea as a noble experiment. A week passed and they didn't hear from her whose name was Rofa, 50-foot schooner, smallest of four small schooners racing from Sandy Hook to Santander, Spain. Her rigging was peculiar-designed by Herreshoff, who learned about sails in Scandinavian fjords. On the morning of the seventh day out, she had covered...
...lines are low and rakish. The lower part of the body is green with a belt of yellow and-red striping around the door and window molding. The rear seat in the passenger compartment is large enough to accommodate three fares. There is a single folding seat in a recess well forward where the right hand forward seat of a pleasure car would come. The extra room gives the fourth passenger plenty of space for his legs . . . the running board is not wide enough to accommodate a trunk, nor is there any trunk rack in the rear...
...stress the foxlike guile of Mlle. Roseray's press-agent who had fooled all the clever reporters. The witty, wisecracking Walter Winchell, columnist to the pornoGraphic, gumchewers' sheetlet, alone had the grace, in this second and even less justified burst of free advertising, to praise that rakish, lean and sporting sheet, the New York Telegraph; its reporter had entirely disregarded the melodramatic antics of poor Mlle. Roseray...
...foot shark nosed lazily about, off Santa Catalina Island in the Pacific. It was a bright day. In the pellucid blue beneath him the shark could see scores of rakish fish shapes, deep brown, like his own; silver-edged green, mottled grey, golden bellied; big tuna, amber jacks and yellowtails curving dreamily hither and yon, flashing off now and again for a bite of food. A school of his kind wrangled over a dead porpoise, but the big shark had fed. He lolled contentedly...
...days when the late Reginald Vanderbilt, as a rakish Yale student, entertained the citizens of New Haven with nocturnal thunderings from his red racing car, his classmates remembered with respect a Harvard athlete who, a few years before, had stormed their fort with every crimson team-one Wrenn, Robert. He had played on the baseball nine; he had been a crack hockey forward; a resolute and heady quarterback-beyond question as good an all-around athlete as had attended any eastern college for perhaps a generation. His friends lost money to him at golf. Before Reginald Vanderbilt had left college...