Word: sweated
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...poet, Robert William Service never sought the level of Percy Bysshe Shelley, would have been as out of place on Parnassus as Shelley in a Klondike saloon. The rhymes that made Service a millionaire w'ooed none of the nine Muses. They reek of male shenanigans and sweat, roar like a Yukon avalanche, teem with rude and lusty characters: Claw-Fingered Kitty, Chewed-Ear Jenkins. Muck-Luck Mag, Blasphemous Bill Mackie. Dangerous Dan McGrew. "Rhyming has my ruin been," Robert Service once wrote, falling unconsciously into the balladeer's inversion. "With less deftness I might have produced real...
Great blocks of ice were brought in to cool the pool, and enough pent-up steam was allowed to escape into the London air to sweat out a whole year's hangovers. The cavernous chambers were abustle with well-stacked nautch girls, brushing bare bellies with Indian waiters serving cha-patties. The only washroom was carefully labeled "Co-educational-On Your Honor Please!" Behind the bar a lily-twined manneken-pis arched a thoughtful stream at a stone death's head that looked like many a guest would feel on the morning after. There were two dozen freshly...
...dollar a day, and you begin to see him without too much imagination; a dollar a day and you have bought your way into the conspiracy against him. But then, you wouldn't know about that. In your Bermuda shorts and crew-neck sweater, your sweat socks and white tennis shoes and Jones Beach...
...they leave that drawing room looking somewhat alike, pale hands and a shallow scowl and often wearing sensitivity like a club-tie. But there's an occasional sweat shirt and white sneaker; and crusades, revolutions, and reforms have very little to do with clothes...
...police, she had returned to their Bradford home at lunch time from the laundry where she worked, done some housework, and gone to bed right after tea. At 9:20 p.m., Barlow said, he found she had vomited in bed, so he changed the linen. She took off her sweat-soaked pajamas and went to take a bath. He dozed. At 11:20 he awoke, found her in the tub, drowned. He pulled the plug and, said he, tried artificial respiration to no avail...