Word: pals
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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...moment both combatants glared, strained, breathed noisily and attempted to knee each other. Then they were separated again, by Senator Richard Nixon of California, who happened by. Next day McCarthy announced that he had slapped Pearson with his open hand and knocked him down. McCarthy's pal, Radiocaster Fulton Lewis Jr., solemnly reported that the Senator had lifted the columnist "three feet off the floor" with a solid punch delivered while rising from a sitting position. Pearson announced that the Senator had kicked him in the groin twice in a manner that no fight referee would tolerate, but didn...
...Markham was in fine elocutionary fettle. She exhorted her listeners in the high-school gym to vote the whole Democratic ticket. Then she dropped one hand on the shoulder of the man sitting next to her. How proud she was, Mrs. Markham said, to be standing beside "my little pal here." Everyone looked at the man, scarcely noticed until then, who sat peering over the top of the uncleared table. When he was introduced as "someone who needs no introduction -everybody's friend," he leaped to his full 5 ft. 4 in. of height. In the gravelly voice...
...shook hands genially, despite a cracked little finger which he kept in a splint. He winced a little in embarrassment when an occasional hearty Republican tried to clap him on the back. No toast-mistress called Robert Taft "my little pal...
...friend of one of the guests "had a licence to keep pigs" and the host's hens "happened to be laying." A well-stuffed tea bin is hastily attributed to "hoarded American gifts," while the gay poppings of corks (which resound throughout the book) are thanks to "a pal at Portsmouth" or even "an old pal of mine, Pinky Smith [who] sends me . . . rum from the West Indies." There is also an enviable abundance of maids, nannies and cooks, which Author Thirkell explains by declaring that their employers have "a genius for getting people to work for them...
Poor Bernie. He must lie awake nights just thinking of what happened to his old pal Stuhldreher over at Wisconsin...