Word: rotund
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...gently into a four-foot, slippery, clay ditch. Two welders banged their helmets down over their faces, descended into the ditch, self-conscious at doing their daily routine before 800 people. Their electric torches flared briefly, shooting a sizzling glare in the bright sunlight. The vital work done, short, rotund Interior Secretary Harold Le Clair Ickes stepped gingerly down into the pit, posed for the photographers. Big Inch was through...
...Satevepost's cover for May 29, one William B. Sommerville of Lawrence, Kans. saw something that rang faint bells in his memory. What he saw was a lordly, rotund lady riveter named Rosie (see cut), ankles crossed, overalled knees relaxed, looking royally satisfied with herself and her bulging cheekful of ham sandwich. Mr. Sommerville took Rosie the Riveter to the public library. Memory's bells became a carillon when he turned up a reproduction of Michelangelo's Isaiah (see cut). Mr. Sommerville sent his find to the Kansas City Star, which made good-humored...
Little Gid Planish, aged ten, dreams of being something "rotund and oratorical." At college he concludes that virtue has to be organized. At 29 he is Dr. Gideon Planish, Professor of Rhetoric in Kinnikinick College, Iowa. He wears a small brown beard and is ready to jettison his too-provincial mistress. Already expert at self-deception and hypocrisy, he does not get rid of Teckla for his own good, but for hers. Thinks Gideon: "It wouldn't be fair to take her off to New York and Washington and face those snobs and intriguers...
...Truman had bigger ideas. In selecting the Committee's chief counsel, he rejected all political recommendations, went instead to Attorney General (now Justice) Robert H. Jackson for advice. Thus he got a top-flight investigator: rotund, brilliant, young Hugh Fulton, a Justice Department prosecutor who had sent Howard C. Hopson, head of Associated Gas & Electric Corp., to prison...
Tresca, son of a wealthy landowner, came over from his native Italy as a steerage immigrant in 1904. He knew one Benito Mussolini, the Socialist who had told him "Tresca, you are not radical enough." For the next 38 years this rotund journalist in the oversize black hat unceasingly championed the causes of the Left. In an earlier day he belonged to the same firebrand company as Emma Goldman and the I.W.W. His voice was raised in a long array of newspapers, of which the last was Il Martello (The Hammer). He campaigned in the Pennsylvania coal fields, in Manhattan...