Word: roguish
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...bottom of the list will probably never be known, but a likely candidate will certainly be John J. ("Bathhouse John") Coughlin, famed sporting alderman of Chicago. Mr. Coughlin races a stable of 29 horses in and around Chicago. Last week at Arlington Park a Coughlin-owned filly named Roguish Girl won a race. The fact made banner headlines on Chicago sports pages. It was the first race won by a Coughlin entry this year...
...back seat is filled with feed for his horses, to which he gives such names as Sub-Committee, Honored Sir, Official. Why they win so few races is a mystery to Chicago sports writers, who have blamed everything from their trainers to their owner's political acumen. Roguish Girl's victory last week inspired characteristic Coughlin poetry...
...peasants of the Roman Campagna broke through the guards, nearly mobbed the Dictator. All their noses were carefully powdered and some had lacquered finger nails. II Duce was delighted. From one he took a bunch of flowers; another he chucked under the chin; at a third he cocked a roguish eye. In the best of moods he invited all the foreign correspondents present to lunch. In a body they moved on to a dusty little trattoria whose proprietor, trembling with excitement, rushed from house to house for extra supplies. The little inn's solitary waiter nearly died of stage...
...corner of his mouth, a tight-lipped grin on his face, waiting for unwelcome questions. Every inch of floor space was covered by newshawks waiting with pencils poised. The President's grin widened. There was no news, he announced, except-and he stopped to cast a roguish look over his shoulder at the tousled-headed Democratic National Committee publicity man- except that Charley Michelson needed a haircut...
...there by familiar mechanisms: a diabolical invention, a lovely cabaret singer used as the dupe of a crew of villains, trap doors, a comedy reporter, murder, young love and a mysterious gang chief photographed from behind, who turns out to be the man you least suspect. Before long the roguish tendencies of the executives of Transcontinental Airways have been stimulated to such a pitch by the refusal of Ralph Bellamy to sell out his tottering independent line that they hire an inventor with a plane-destroying ray to wreck Bellamy planes. Several pilots, screaming unpleasantly, have fallen in flames before...