Word: stoop
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...vicinity of the Washington Monument. Radio Announcer Graham McNamee was telling the rest of the land: "Here comes the guard of honor ahead of Lindbergh's car. . . . The cavalrymen with drawn sabres make a dashing picture. . . . Here's the boy. . . . He comes forward unassuming, quiet, a little stoop in his shoulders. . . . Now I will turn the microphone to the reviewing stand, where President Coolidge and the boy Lindbergh stand quietly together...
...other than a religious connection. I shall inquire from my attorneys whether its use in the letters to which I refer is or is not libelous. You may rest assured that my married or unmarried state, as the case may be, is not a subject upon which I shall stoop to satisfy curious vulgarians...
...Leyelland, Tex., T. T. McDevitt's little buff prairie dog* sat on his rear stoop and scolded the children as they went to school. The children would stick their tongues out at him, for he was tame and scolded only because his mother and father, who were always running from rattlesnakes, taught him to. Last week he chased after the children, whistling all the while a shrill whine. This child's foot, that child's leg he nipped at. Then his jaws sagged open, his hind legs dragged a faint furrow in a Levelland street...
...played with little slave boys on his father's old plantation, so he recently felt the urge to do something big for the Negro. The bronze statue of "The Good Darky," completed last week by Hans Schuler, Baltimore sculptor, was the result. It depicts a Negro, old and stoop-shouldered, with shabby clothes, humbly and faithfully tipping his dusty hat. It will be dedicated in the spring. Perhaps, when the modern Negro sees it, he will be insulted. Perhaps some jester in Manhattan will erect a statue to "The Bad Darky"-a lusty Harlem syncopator, with mighty chest...
This sideshow life impressed him finally as no commerce for a man approaching middle age. So he journeyed to St. Louis, opened a gasoline station for himself. This was a real business; a man was more like his fellows . . . turning the pump crank, making change. But when he would stoop to open an oil cock, his hanging plait of fat interfered. He decided to rid himself...