Word: sourly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...their material to the magazines and the public press. Among us, numerous canards are always being spread about the lack of consideration and care given to such stuff. Your remarkably faithful reporting of my recent Hacker Foundation lectures gives the lie, for all time, to this type of intellectual sour grapes...
...hour and a half in his office and then went to the practice tee with Pro Ed Dudley. The President had played only once since he left Denver Oct. 15, and his game had deteriorated. When his foursome teed off, Ike's drives were often wild, his putting sour. He was disgusted and threatened, like any Sunday duffer, to abandon the game forever. Montgomery used to be a golfer, but he injured a vertebra in a plane accident after the war, and has given up the sport. He followed the foursome in an electric scooter...
...were as simple and absurd as life itself: a tiny fiddle produced from a monstrous case, the almost miraculous discovery that it is easier to push a stool toward a piano than it is to push a piano toward a stool, his look of ecstatic appreciation at a single sour musical note produced all by himself. In such endless re-enactment of simple and simple-minded truth, everyman could forget his own absurdity and laugh instead at Crock...
Blockbuster No. 2. Three nights later, Tom Dewey dropped a second and more explosive bombshell. In 1925, he charged, Harriman had made a $2,000,000 loan to a company that operated a zinc mine in Polish Silesia. When the loan turned sour, Harriman and some banking associates formed a new company, issuing $15 million in bonds to operate the mine. "Before long, the company started losing money. Then came the war, and the mines were finally nationalized, and Harriman's great promotion, the Silesian American Corp., went into the hands of the bankruptcy court." The result, added Dewey...
...week long, a sour little man in a rumpled blue suit, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, darted among the Homburg-hatted diplomats of the West and flummoxed them. France's Pierre Mendès-France was something new to postwar diplomacy. He made no effort to appear obliging, did not seem to care whether anybody liked him personally or not. He had little to bargain with except the hopes he himself had aroused by pledging his troth to Western European Union in London. Now, with all the invitations issued, the guests on hand, the church bells pealing...