Word: sorting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Because Mrs. Noggins' husband, Alfred, is a shiftless sort who beetles out for a beer whenever he can, Mrs. Noggins tends their poultry farm. The only papers she reads are those in which the neighbors send over scraps of garbage for the Noggins' poultry. But she keeps up with the news and has her ideas. Reported in Hutchison's widely read columns (seven papers), they have made Mrs. Noggins* one of Canada's best known commentators...
...much better between the writer and the world than they used to be. The Pulitzer Prizewinner (1929) reported in the Saturday Review of Literature that "quite suddenly, it has become not only respectable to be a writer, but even honorable. . . . What we are witnessing is the beginning of a sort of love affair between the American public and its writers...
...tinseled, brutal world of prancing ponies and pickpockets, Gus acquires money and mistresses. He sells the pickpocket privilege in the show, trims his partner, boosts his own name into stud-horse type. "When business was high the money rolled in so fast there was no time to sort it, so [it was] shoved into a bushel basket. . . . Gus enjoyed picking up the basket and feasting his gaze on that green currency. Sometimes he plunged his hands deep into the basket, like a bear pawing wild honey...
...eighth Eamon, her ninth Winston; Mrs. Noonan named her 13th and 14th Pius and Pascal. A connoisseur of hospitals, Mrs. Noonan scorned the nurses who had attended her on the occasion of Padraic. "Nosey. They was that nosey that they turned out me locker for to clean it. Quare sort of cleaning they gev it. Examinin' me belongin's. Jest because I had put away a couple of biscuits and crunchies and some fish and chips me cousin got me and pickled pigs' trotters, they told me I was encouragin' the mice with me larder. Larder...
...scientist's mind. Raymond Massey, as the former, reads the New Republic and for three acts carefully compares the validity of his duties to his family and to the world. Meanwhile an assortment of bad and middling actors walk in and out, dramatizing the arguments each way. This sort of thing begins to be terribly tedious toward the middle of the second act, and the curious things that start to happen when Massey is left alone on the stage help things only slightly. A little man, dressed as Massey, climbs out of a chimney (the set is a roof...