Word: leaned
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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...four years as a United Press war correspondent, lean, handsome Charles P. Arnot saw plenty of battles. He watched the sinking of the U.S.S. Hornet, covered the battle of Guadalcanal and the invasion of Guam. Last week, Newsman Arnot, 33, was in the thick of a different battle. As director of Amerika-Dienst, news and feature service of the U.S. High Commission in Germany, he was passing the ammunition to German newspapers in the cold war against Russian propaganda...
...rain-dashed afternoon in the spring of 1947 a lean, tense-looking man in his mid-30s walked into Manhattan's Edison Hotel, just off Broadway, and registered for a room. He specified that it must overlook 47th Street. Once upstairs, he walked quickly to the window, looked down on the street below, satisfied himself that the view was right, then turned away and began to pace the floor, chainsmoking cigarettes. Finally he settled down to a vigil at the window. With alert brown eyes he watched the bustling traffic on the sidewalks. How many of the passers...
Died. William A. Alexander, 60, athletic director and for 25 years head football coach at Georgia Tech; of a heart ailment; in Atlanta. A wily, diagraming tactician, Bill Alexander depended on a polished, whippet-lean squad to bring him 135 victories (95 defeats), five Bowl games, of which Tech won three...
...Jowler. Like anything else, university slang has had its contagious fads. In the 17th Century, students ranged their drinking companions in a sort of academic hierarchy. A Bachelor meant a lean drunkard, a Bachelor of Law was one "that hath a purple face, inchac't with rubies," a Doctor was one that "hath a red nose." In the igth and soth Centuries, the fashion has been to add the suffixes -agger, -ogger, and -ugger to the initial consonants of all titles of dignity. Thus Queen Victoria was dubbed The Quagger; the Princes of Wales (in the case of both...
...Williams of the Boston Red Sox looked as fit as an Indian buck. After a winter out of doors, including a month of lazy fishing at the edge of the Florida Everglades, he was tanned to a light mahogany. His brownish green eyes were clear and sharp, his face lean, the big hands that wrapped around the handle of his 34-oz. Louisville Slugger were calloused and hard. He had 198 lbs., mostly well-trained muscle, tucked away on his 6 ft. 3¾ in. frame. He expected, he conceded, "to have a pretty good year." But as usual...