Word: meagerer
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...wish to call it that, in vaudeville, going from town to town, playing with musicians, acrobats, dancers, even freaks. Some were nice, some tender, some vicious. Many were genuinely bigtime, and you knew it the moment you were with them. Others were simply small-time human beings-petty, meager-minded, whiny, changing from week to week as we traveled from town to town...
...took tribal Liberians into his Cabinet. In the back country, often carried in a hammock, the traditional mode of travel for Liberian VIPs, he palavered endlessly with jungle chiefs. Eventually he set up a network of bush clinics, experimental farms, and artificial ponds stocked with fish to supplement the meager native diet of rice and cassava roots...
...motion picture must have motion. Little Anne was 13 years old when her family, together with another Jewish family and a querulous dentist, were forced to hide out in the attic of an Amsterdam factory to escape the Nazi pogrom. For two years the eight fugitives, supplied with meager amounts of food by friends, crouched in the same wretched refuge until the Nazis found them - only nine months before the liberation of Holland. Of the eight, only Anne's father, Otto Frank, escaped death in concentration camps, and it was he who released Anne's meticulous diary record...
Jean Gannett Williams' legacy was loaded with liabilities-but not of the financial sort. Her credentials were meager: one year's apprenticeship, one press junket through Europe. Buffed to a high private-school gloss at Masters School and Bradford Junior College, she seemed miscast in a man's world of deadlines and hot lead. Jean became president, but Gannett papers were really managed by two survivors of her father's rule: General Manager Laurence H. Stubbs and Publisher Roger Chilton Williams, son of the late novelist Ben Ames Williams-and Jean Gannett Williams' ex-husband...
...following morning, under a starlit sky, Vinoba Bhave's disciples rose quietly and loaded their meager belongings in a truck. Ninety minutes later, wearing a grandmotherly shawl over his dhoti, Bhave marched briskly out of the schoolhouse and headed straight down the village road at a brisk pace, looking neither to right nor left. A man with a lantern raced ahead of Bhave to light his way. Following after came some three dozen wraithlike women secretaries and husky disciples-including the barefoot son of a wealthy cotton-mill owner, a nephew of India's Finance Minister, and landowners...