Word: reptilians
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...prejudice referred to is the almost universal antipathy of editors to reptilian news...
...second time. No apologist but a slasher, a thruster, Mr. Churchill wrote of the Soviet State in terms which, if accurate, would ipso facto justify attempts to destroy it by any means: "It is unnatural. It is a monster that has been born into our modern world. A cold reptilian blood flows in its veins. It possesses the science of civilization without its mercy, the fanaticism of religion without its God, the exploitation of human passions and appetites without any ideal beyond their gratification-and that is not achieved." Alluding sarcastically to the numerous U. S., British, French and German...
...beautiful? Is she thin, fat, dropsical, anemic, senile, kittenish or reptilian? Last week Manhattanites asked these questions about Maria Lani, French cinemactress. For in the august Brummer Gallery was an exhibition of 51 representations of this one woman. She was "done" in marble, metal, paint, on a platter, on a piece of glass...
...Mongolia's lakes and marshy meadows these creatures laid their reptilian eggs; roamed, fought and died, their heavy carcasses sometimes sinking into quicksands, or being dragged by currents into still backwaters, to settle in silt. . . . After perhaps eight million years, other creatures ruled Mongolia. They were warm-blooded, milk-giving, viviparous-mammals from tiny moles to a shaggy monster with columnar legs and a neck long enough to browse on treetops, a sort of elephantine giraffe. . . . After several millions of years there grew up in mammalia an erect Two-Legs who learned to use tools...
...March wind staggered about the Concord house, striking at doors, shaking shutters. By its sound you knew that it smelt of melting earth and sticky buds. Inside was a dingy, not unpleasant taint of coke burning in the Franklin grate, and a lingering fragrance of dinner . . . ticking clocks, the reptilian hiss of fire, and without, the scampering wind...