Word: toothpick
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...cones, and gathered around to gawk at the show. On the sidewalk a three-piece band struck up Happy Days Are Here Again, a tumbling team cavorted and square dancers twirled in the rosy glow of neon signs. In the midst of it all stood Jimmy, bald, tall and toothpick thin, bending low to pump a hundred hands...
...particularly important in the treatment of tuberculosis. Last week doctors were offered a new test which is painless, cheap and simple. "Plastotest" requires no hypodermic jab and no scratching to break the skin, needs no technical experts nor costly machinery. A preparation of tuberculin is applied with a toothpick to the surface of the skin, where it sticks like glue. If small blisters and redness appear within 24 hours, it indicates that the patient is or has been infected with tuberculosis...
...advertising business in The Hucksters. Weidman's is the better fit. His boardroom oratory and office memoranda strike the ear with just the right sound of bursting fruit, and he can nail his types with the deftness of a bartender spearing a cherry with a toothpick. Says one of his newspaper executives, nodding toward his wife and suggesting another round of drinks: "I have an old beat-up legman here, or legwoman, rather, who helps me with odds and ends around the house, such as bearing children, finding collar buttons, and making drinks for guests. How about...
...tall (6 ft.) and thin (146 Ibs.), like the hand of a stopwatch. His toothpick legs must be pampered; he ran seven races in two days last year and pulled a hamstring muscle. Although a chronic worrywart, Patton usually manages to control his worrying. In his crowded schedule there are special times for fretting, just as there are set times to go to classes at the University of Southern California and a set time to be home for dinner (he has a wife and two-year-old daughter). The proof of Patton's iron control under pressure...
...jockey costume, he looks deceptively thin. Most of his 112 pounds are padded about muscular shoulders, which taper to a slim waist and toothpick legs. In the jockeys' room, where he is cock of the walk, he is by turns charming and churlish, chatty and mum (he likes to read between races ? usually bestselling novels). Sometimes, when another rider has done something in a race he doesn't like, his dander rises and he tosses equipment around the room. He can swear as proficiently as any jockey, but when the occasion calls he can speak perfect parlor English...