Word: tallness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...tall (6 ft. 3 in.), husky youngster, not quite 23 years old, paced the floor of his study in the Bucharest palace. Occasionally he stopped to finger the button which led to a concealed Dictaphone. His loose tweed jacket and baggy grey flannel trousers, his light colored eyes and curly brown hair, made him seem younger than he actually was. But he had made his first -and perhaps his last-big decision as King of Rumania. Now he was about to take the big gamble...
Last year he quit the woods, has worked off & on in shipyards ever since. By the time he was laid off three months ago, he had had enough of uncertainty. Said tall, willowy Christine Dickman, 32, "We were disgusted with the shipyards. Every time Bill gets a job there he gets laid off. If he's going to be having a job and losing it all the time, he'll have to go back to the logging camps. We don't want that." Said Bill: "I think I'll have a better chance in the States...
...Jake could see himself in Dexer's boots. After all, he had been born in Las Vegas, Nev., and might pass for a cowboy himself. He had clear blue eyes and a chipped front tooth. He was tall (6 ft. 1 in.) and gangly; his face was browned and his legs a little bowed-although he had never been closer to a horse than the bettors' booths on a race track. Just the same, the western he was reading had its points of similarity with his own situation. Ted Schroeder would be his sawed-off sidekick, of course...
Last week, as workmen installed air conditioning and loudspeakers in the two Louisville libraries, University phones were jammed with "Neighborhood" applicants. Said tall, easygoing John Taylor: "There is no question of the demand." Said the Louisville Courier-Journal: "There is no question of the . . . need...
...just about out of the market. He had quit speculating in Government bonds because the high capital-gains tax made it scarcely worth while. TIME'S Cleveland correspondent, who called at Hosford's big stone suburban home, found him in shorts by his swimming pool, sipping a tall drink which he hated to see either full or empty, and talking to a shaggy English sheep dog as if he half expected the dog to answer. To his visitor, Hosford related some of the facts of his fabulous career...