Word: swivelling
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...curtain rises, Dr. Palely is apprehended walking slowly in a circle within a bare, white-washed room. In the center of the circle upon a swivel chair sits a Wistful Youth. In his mouth is firmly embedded a large wooden bath thermometer. After a lapse of about three minutes Dr. Palely speaks...
Through a long afternoon filled with soporific technicalities that occasionally snorted into colorful blasphemy, the whiskered "stool pigeon of King George" tilted far back in his swivel chair, read the Chicago Tribune comic strip about Andrew Gump, Minerva Gump, etc., etc. Above the edge of the newspaper, courtroom idlers could see Mr. McAndrew's iron grey hair. Occasionally he put the newspaper down and chuckled. Then the idlers noted his white whiskers well tinged with red, his high color, his eyebrows that laid a direct black line across his forehead...
...thousand fairways, as many close-clipped greens, countless traps and bunkers are sheathed with ice and snow. Investments totaling $180,000,000 (interest at 6%, 120 days, $3,600,000) yield no return save wistful hopes for an early spring. Two hundred thousand livers, in torsos bound to northern swivel chairs, become torpid, cause unfortunate changes in blood. Club dues continue. Last week four men set out over the difficult Mayfield course, scene of many championships, near Cleveland. A blizzard had just passed that way. Yet three hours later they plodded up from the eighteenth green, tired, satisfied, proud...
...Manhattan, sloe-eyed Italian children competed in a baby show. Some were knock-kneed, some astigmatic, round-shouldered, swivel-hocked, unduly thin; some spilled their milk with mild equability, as if a saucepan in their stomachs were softly frothing over. But well-nigh perfect was Anthony Chieco. He was fat. He was serene. "What do you feed him on?" doctors asked the mother. "Spaghetti," shrugged enormous Mrs. Chieco. "He eats moocha spaghetti, and he drinks da vino- wine. Madre di Dio, he drinks it, oouf! like ees water...
...hallowed stage-properties of reading-lamp, watch and glass of water, the last two of which did duly in the grave-diggers' scene. But these were only the comedy relief. Copey began to read. Bless us! what sonorous organ-tones rolled out of that little body seated in the swivel chair. And what was the witchcraft that he used? Vanished worlds arose from the graves of time to live again in pomp and pageantry. Homer's heroes exchanged ringing blows on the windy plains of Troy. Armored knights spurred in quest of the Holy Grail. Lear went raving over...