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...night Timothy, other Herrick cat, also disappeared. Few hours later the anxious family was awakened by a faint, insistent mewing. Mr. Herrick traced the cries to the backyard of his next-door neighbor, Broker John Parkinson Jr. Pushing aside a loose fence paling, he beheld a specially-designed cat trap containing Timothy and the remains of some stale fish...
Impartial Senate observers rate him thus: a shrewd, industrious legislator of independent intelligence but devoid of leadership: a good hater who is roundly hated; a voluble Progressive afraid to take a positive stand on the Mooney-Billings case in his own backyard: a would-be President embittered by successive failures: a loud vital force who will leave a large imprint on the Senate, if not U. S. history. His term expires March...
Though the importance of the itinerant junkman, picking up rusty chunks of iron & steel wherever he can, has dwindled, he still supplies over 10% of the total tonnage. What he collects in his backyard, he sells to the dealer for cash. Thus, dealers large & small require bank credits to carry their huge junk piles until sales in big shipments are made to the steel mills. Large dealers are generally college-bred sons of junkmen who found the picking particularly good, have considerable investments in machinery to handle and break up junk. Despite the size of the industry, there...
...birds, from Australian parakeets to American eagle. Practically all of the beasts & birds were acquired from Benson Animal Farms at Nashua, N. H. Neighbor W. B. McClellan, who resides but 100 ft. from the menagerie, heads the protesting property-owners. He caught one of the mon keys in his backyard recently. A woman visitor to the neighborhood found a chimpanzee occupying her parked automobile. Neighbors said the cockatoos were the noisiest. They could not discern which animals smelled worst...
...looks about ten years older, is small, wiry, baldish. Contrary to strangely persistent legends (besides one that he is a woman) he is neither crippled nor blind, nor has he a harelip. His professional name dates back to his childhood on a Maryland plantation. A bird house in the backyard was occupied by a colony of martins, identified by his mother in her story telling as John, Joan, Robin, Alice (et al.) Martin...