Word: wads
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...only the most expensive tailor could have cut to fit so badly." He "turned once to wave to Herbert Hoover to establish the true pedigree." (Which proves what? Guilt by association? And if so, guilty of what? Pro-Americanism?) Nixon "always did give the effect of having a great wad of unmelting butter stuffed next to his lower jawbone." Try to get your teeth into those facts! Perhaps it is only coincidence that this attack on the man whose big sin is anti-Communism happens to be couched in the now familiar feathers-instead-of-facts style...
...Brothers, who in turn were muscled out by Jack Spot. Born of Polish-Jewish parents in a Whitechapel tenement in 1912, Jack Spot (né Comer) was a shrewd operator with a taste for custom-made silk shirts, big black cigars and 40-guinea suits. It took a fat wad of track-protection money to buy these luxuries for Jack, but to help him collect it he had the assistance of an artful knife-wielder named Billy Hill...
...played with a dead ball. Often when a home team took the field for the first time, they used a "refrigerator" ball, carefully chilled in the clubhouse icebox to make it even deader. There was no rule against spitballs, so with a cud of chewing tobacco or a wad of slippery elm, a clever man could keep the ball hopping all afternoon. After roughing up one side of the ball, pitchers used to shine the other side on a part of their uniform heavily dosed with paraffin. Thus treated, the ball would really dance...
These results, like the farm findings, raised some interesting next questions, but that was about all. As the independent Milwaukee Journal observed: "There was something for everybody in [the] presidential primary-and really not enough for anybody to wad a political shotgun...
Record Jackpots. Even in his personal appearance, he violates the rules. His fingernails often need cleaning. His iron-grey hair is as wild as a wad of steel wool. He has an instinct for rumpledness, and only the crafty vigilance of his wife keeps a reasonably presentable crease in his trousers. Nearly everything about Frank John Lausche that meets the unaccustomed eye seems politically wrong, and, to hear them talk, nearly everybody in Ohio is against him. Everybody, that is, except the voters...