Word: shredding
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...whose diploma, testifying that he had received the degree of A.B., had been eaten by rats in Wadsworth House. He petitioned for another diploma in its place. As I knew that the President's objection to duplicating a diploma was almost Draconian in its rigidity, I had scarcely a shred of hope for Mr. Barton; but I did write to Mr. Eliot, then at Mount Desert, suggesting that, since Wadsworth House was a College building, the rats might be regarded as our own rats, for whose conduct toward Mr. Barton the College was responsible. I have rarely been more surprised...
...every morning she drove down town, left the car in a hired parking space, and walked to a department store, taking note of her reflection in all the plate glass show windows on the way. In the store she might spend an hour pricing things and perhaps matching a shred of silk, buying a pair of stockings, a small vial of perfume or a box of scented powder. Then she would hurry to keep an engagement to lunch indigestibly with Stella Greeley at a confectioner...
Christians err, announced Pastor Holmes, when they speak of the Resurrection: "There is not the slightest shred of evidence that Jesus ever rose from the dead." Christians are all wrong because they don't understand the really great things Jesus did, such as wage war on Church and State. Christians are misguided, too, when they apotheosize the carpenter who loved the title...
Wrapped in a shred of muslin and tucked in a soiled sash, the Pink Pearl is taken to Linga, across the Gulf. There appraisers sit with ancient scales, chaffer to the utmost kran,* seal their purchase with a solemn glass of tea. From Linga, the Pink Pearl journeys to Bombay or Bagdad, where foreign experts laud its lustre, symmetry, and flawlessness; drive less ceremonious bargains; swaddle the Pink Pearl in fluffy cotton; scurry back, elated, to the great jewellers of Fifth Ave., Bond St., Rue de la Paix...
...That four members of the American team should conspire to a trick quite as dishonorable as tripping or knocking down a superior opponent, that they should go to the mark prepared to carry out their miserable plot, that, when at the last moment some shred and tatter of decency stopped them, they should glory in their sportsmanship-all this reads like a bad dream, like something impossible and unreal. It is as if they said, 'We planned to win by sticking a rake handle between Abraham's legs at the fifty-yard mark. It was a good scheme...