Word: scowled
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Dave McDonald, the Steelworkers' handsome chief, put on his best scowl last week as he posed for a TV film, and essayed some rolling perorations in the inimitable manner of the master, John L. Lewis. McDonald cried that in the current negotiations the steel industry had made an "about-face" on 20 years of collective bargaining, and given his union an "ultimatum" to accept a "substandard contract." After four weeks of negotiating between McDonald and U.S. Steel's John Stephens, the industry's chief spokesman, the differences boiled down to i) a union demand...
William Holden, wearing a mustache and a scowl, plays a hard-boiled Marine colonel who flourishes a swagger stick, derides the Red Cross for dishing out "sentimental slop" to his boys, eats out a chaplain simply because the troops, attending a prayer meeting called by the reverend, got sprayed by Japanese mortar shells...
...even finished his pudding when his date took his arm and suggested they leave. He ignored her scowl when he strode past the door which a girl was holding open for her friend. After bidding a farewell, he bid a hasty retreat to Hayes-Bick...
...never has been as dangerous as she is right now. At this moment, even the best-informed can do no more than guess at Russia's real intentions. Everybody is saying: "Russia has changed." And so she has. Until a few weeks ago her face wore a perpetual scowl. Today it is all smiles...
...back to singing. Byron was word-perfect in his monster role before he was out of his teens. Henceforth, the clubfoot and the sensitive heart hid themselves in the disguise of a cold, cloven-hoofed devil. On his brow, at a moment's notice, would appear "that singular scowl" which caused one acquaintance to exclaim that he "had never seen a man with such a Cain-like mark on the forehead." A Pair of Stays. A Miss Elizabeth Pigot had the honor of discovering that Byron was addicted to poetry. When she read him some poems of Burns...