Word: angular
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Three hundred newspaper men and women sat in a curving, triple arc of chairs facing the judge's bench, the witness stand, the jury box, of a tiny courtroom in Somerville, N. J. The air was stuffy. An angular court crier (John Bunn by name) intoned in a creaky voice, "Hear ye. . . ." The reporters' pencils moved rapidly, their eyes searched the faces of the witnesses, the defendants, the lawyers. Occasionally a truck rumbled through the street outside. In here, a certain Mrs. Frances Stevens Hall and her brothers, the Messrs. Henry and "Willie" Stevens, were on trial...
...after the 1871 Chicago fire that John Shedd asked Marshall Field for a job. "I can do anything," he said. He was a tall, angular, big-eared, eager fellow of 22. Later in life he said: "Think well of yourself. Self-respect never injures your standing with your employer. Without it you are likely to fall into timorous habits." And he must have been thinking of the way he asked Marshall Field for work. He was hired as stock boy for $10 a week. He saved half his wages regularly...
...chattered gleefully with the exuberance of 17, waved a dutiful goodbye to stout ladies in waiting, was Girl Guide Juliana Louise Emma Marie Wilhelmina of Orange-Nassau. As she sat, perforce upright, upon a brightly varnished but angular third class bench, few would have supposed her the sole heir to one of Europe's largest and most thriftily hoarded fortunes. Throughout the week, as she did camp girl duty (cooked, scrubbed, mended) few chance visitors guessed that this bright-eyed buxom girl was Crown Princess Juliana of the Netherlands, heir to the throne...
...dentist's waiting room, will cause people to glare at you, pretend to stare out the window and finally move away. Readers realizing that private mirth is a public nuisance will, unless malicious, arrange to meet Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge in some secluded spot. He is a rather large, angular young man with a napping yellow mackintosh, a piercing eye, a jumpy back collar-button and no economic roots in society save vigorous tendrils of loquacity with which he attaches, from dismayed friends, the trifling bits of capital necessary to promote such glittering projects as a trick-dog college; a serious...
...Manhattan theatre dressing room, a tall, angular actor scrubbed furiously at the grease paint on his gaunt features. The curtain had just rung down on his matinee (That Smith Boy) and he* had an engagement even more pressing than seeing a manager at the Algonquin or sipping something cold in a friend's flat. He jerked on his overcoat, flung himself into a taxi, leaped out again at the Seventh Regiment Armory, where he plunged into a dense crowd of humanity and was seen no more, until he emerged in tennis costume on a brilliantly illuminated court surrounded...