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...English, Oriental and Modern English, a combination of Old English and Oriental. There are more than 250 variations of the three strains, with names like Crazy Snakes, Kansas Sluggers, Gordon Games, Mortgage Lifters, Meal Tickets. Roughhouse Blues. Cockers also belong to three main types. In such pits as "The Sag" in Chicago, disreputable cockers hold ill-conducted contests between second-rate birds. A larger class of cockers are poultry breeders, farmers, country folk who raise gamefowl for profit, pit them at well-advertised meets such as the Orlando tournament in Florida. The third class of cockers are wealthy individuals like...
...days after the Garden meeting less than half of the city's 8,747 Republican committeemen convened in Mecca Temple, nominated a sag-jowled, 71-year-old Brooklyn realtor named Lewis Humphrey Pounds. In 1924 Mr. Pounds had been elected State Treasurer after he had been awakened from a sound sleep and told he was being run for office. He dislikes nothing so much as vaudeville jokes at Brooklyn's expense. A sacrifice offering to Tammany, he took the Republican nomination only after it had been rejected by better known G. O. Partisans who saw no reason...
Honest people sometimes develop throat pouches. The gullet muscles weaken, sag. Such diverticula may be very annoying. They interfere with eating. Food catches in them like waste in the trap of a sink, ferments and sends up fetid odors...
Past 50, Madame Londe's good looks were on the wane. In public a studied smile corrected the arrogant sag of her mouth and she gave change like charity. Madame Londe supplied needs other than gastronomic ones. For her customers she was breaking in Fernande, 13, who sniggered when tickled. Angèle, older, reliable, was more popular. Only Angèle could answer inquisitive Madame Londe's "whys" about the customers. Somehow Madame Londe did not set Angèle to probe this reticent stranger Guèret. Yet it was Angèle who attracted Guèret nightly to the restaurant's neighborhood...
...over Nassau Hall and snap their fingers. Dean Gauss said nothing. Everyone felt sure that Dean Gauss would enunciate a new prohibition, but Dean Gauss said nothing-until last week, when he unexpectedly proclaimed an interpretation of his anti-motor vehicle edict which the laziest of campus sag-spines had to admit partook of Solomonic cunning. "We have so many machines on the ground," Dean Gauss began blandly, "that we do not bother particularly about those up in the air, as a fleet of pursuit planes would be needed for effective control. . . . Anyone may fly over Princeton...