Word: shapelessness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...must be prepared psychologically and financially to lose money. Other houses may promise riches. We never promise riches. We just offer immortality!" Immortality is the one thing that no book thus far published by Exposition is apt to achieve. Though house editors and freelance polishers work over the sometimes "shapeless" manuscripts that come in, many of them still emerge as embarrassingly bad books and most of them might better have been carried to the attic...
...head of Ekco Products Co. and king of the U.S. kitchenware business, it is his job to make women want ever more household gimmicks. Keating estimates that nearly a third of existing gadgets disappear every year: they are lost in the garbage, carted away by children, or battered shapeless by amateur earthmovers in the backyard. Keating makes it his business to put the rest out of date...
Pogo is a bright-eyed, cuddly little critter, as amiably shapeless as a Teddy bear, with a head like a hairy zero, a nose like an overboiled yam. He lives somewhere in the happy absences of Georgia's vast Okefenokee swamp, with his friends. Among them: Albert, a raffish alligator who smokes cigars, courts a skunk with a French accent, and describes himself as "handsome, brilliant and modest to a fare-thee-well"; Howland Owl, a foolish old bird who crosses a "gee-ranium" plant with a yew tree, hoping to get a "yew-ranium" bush for an atom...
...foreign management might be brought in to help operate the nationalized oil industry. This was a project tentatively put forward by the World Bank. The British were sympathetic, the U.S. was interested, and a Mossadegh spokesman said that he was "eager" to talk it over. The idea was still shapeless, clouded by ifs, and regarded with suspicion on the basis of past disappointments, but it was the only sign of hope around...
Madame Murashkina proved to be a grandmother and an engineer, a pale, thin woman of 47 with drawn-back grey hair, austerely dressed in a rough tweed suit, shapeless black hat, flat-heeled shoes and rayon stockings. With her was a smart blond translator, a huge Russian MVD guard, and two solemn Tass reporters. Everybody was at the station to meet her except Mrs. Weston. The mayor said his wife had a cold, but gossips called it a diplomatic illness. Next day, to give gossips the lie, Mayoress Weston put on her hat, went to see Murashkina at her flat...