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Word: touche (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...unnamed lawyer was the man who first tempted him. Mr. Throop confessed. The lawyer offered a $5,000 bribe in behalf of a tax-burdened firm. "I refused even to touch it," said Mr. Throop. "After that he began to cultivate me. He was very nice and subsequently he took me out several times in a motorboat. Later I took $1,500 from...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CORRUPTION: In Haiti; in East St. Louis | 4/24/1933 | See Source »

...scene of great activity on this morning. Motes dance in the sunbeams, and the Vagabond dances behind a screen as he dons his trousers. Water tinkles against the sides of the basin as he sluices his gnarled face in the limpid pool. He dashes through the room, adding touch after touch to his creation of sartorial ineffability. His cutaway in place, he adds a final caressing stroke to his ascot, bathes its center in the refulgent aura of a heavy gold pin, and descends the innumerable stairs...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Student Vagabond | 4/17/1933 | See Source »

...heard all about it. Personally I don't like it, or that is, I don't think I would. You see, I really don't imbibe in that way. I want to be the same as the First Lady, Mrs. Roosevelt, and let other people have it, but not touch it myself...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Star of Bradford Night Club Says Upperclassmen Are True Fresh Men--Prefers Dartmouth Drawl to Haavaad Accent | 4/17/1933 | See Source »

Unless the author has a touch of it himself, stories about genius are not apt to be convincing. Kettle is. A fable of art's morality, which is very different from the world's, its values are as black-&-white as a fairytale's, its faith as strong as a child...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Genius | 4/17/1933 | See Source »

...Vagabond arises; he leaps out of the four-poster in the tower, his face merry in the light of the noon sun. As his feet touch the floor, and his knees buckle under him, his joyous expression contracts to a snarl. He wabbles to the fixtures, where he pours himself a goblet of cold water. It runs down his throat, and into his stomach, every inch of its course distinctly felt. A sensation of feeble exhilaration comes over him, and he puts on his raiment, slowly, with hands that will not quite close. The prospect of a meal seems strangely...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Tbe Student Vagabond | 4/15/1933 | See Source »

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