Word: rascally
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Hitler-baiter : Band Waggon's little Arthur Askey, cooking up ingenious schemes for pestering a certain Mr. Nasty. Sample: Plotting to train 5,000 parrots to fly over old Nasty's House at Birdsgarden, singing "We'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal...
...world is stronger than the unscrupulousness of a notorious British liar. There is no doubt, Mr. Churchill, that you will be found guilty by any court of justice-now you are standing before the judgment chair of a world tribunal. The accused, Winston Churchill, now has the floor. . . . Stand, rascal, and answer...
Died. Gaston Bullock Means, 59, notorious national rascal, onetime Secret Service operator and private detective; of a heart attack; in Springfield, Mo., where he had been taken from Leavenworth Penitentiary for an operation. Born in North Carolina, Gaston Means at ten rode around the country eavesdropping on prospective jurors for his attorney-father. He joined the William J. Burns Detective Agency in 1910, then became a German spy, was later tried and acquitted of murdering a client. When the Bureau of Investigation hired him for War fraud investigations, he helped block them instead. Discharged, he supplied the Senate...
Lump is no violent epithet. In meaning it ranges from rag or garbage to rascal, mucker or good-for-nothing. Many a good Nazi has privately called Herr Streicher far worse. But the corollary of Streicher's philosophy that "A Jew is always a Jew," is "A German is always a German, even if he lives at the North Pole...
...fine day. Much oblige, Heavenly Father. The sun shines so pretty. The purtes thang. . . . Hush, son, you talkin like a fool. Hush now, son, old boy. . . . Pore old Capm man. Pore old hoppin and cussin rascal. Make bricks all summer. . . . And, Heavenly Father, who art up yonder, all we got now is bricks. Mom and Violet and Macon and Big Sister and me squattin in corners munchin a brick apiece. Not eem gravy or sweetenin either. . . . Hello, Tooter. How you? . . . Oh, kissin runs in our family. . . . Hello, Shackle. Hidy-do, good-lookin. How you? Oh, I'm all right...