Word: scrawled
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...began to read the painful scrawl: "Please do not get excite over this order I'm giving you. In this suitcase you see in my hand is fill to the top with high explosive. I mean high high . . . I do not believe I can kill and not kill what is around me, and I mean my son will go too . . . Please do not make me push this button that all I have...
...mentally fat professors," the quality of the writing in the first issue of Gadfly is surpassed only by a mediocre Gen. Ed. essay. Also included in this issue is a short piece in French, which, after reading, I leave for the more esoteric to interpret, and an enigmatic scrawl on art and Ezra Pound written for a very special "in-group" to discuss over their Turkish tea at the Cafe Mozart...
...young man used to ride the New York subways with a pencil in his pocket and a chip on his shoulder. Sometimes, when he saw the placards for a cosmetic lotion urging straphangers to preserve the soft white beauty of their hands, he would take out his pencil and scrawl derisive comments: "How about Negro hands?" or "What if you're Chinese?" Car cards urging brotherhood and tolerance got the inscription: "There is bigotry in America." The girl who often rode with him would remonstrate, but the young man scarcely heard her. Even then, she recalls, "there...
...most important, and certainly the best known, of all the collections at Houghton is the William B. Wisdom collection of virtually all the literary remains of Thomas Wolfe. This collection occupies rows and rows of the black boxes, all fielled with manuscripts pencilled in Wolfe's illegible scrawl, or typed drafts with autograph corrections. In the boxes are the complete manuscripts of three of Wolfe's four published novels (Look Homeward, Angel is in ledger form), all the short stories, most of the letters, and the tremendous amount of unpublished miscellaneous material which he had written along...
...hairlooms was a lustrous, 2½ ft. pony tail, still scented with the aroma of pomade, which had been snipped from a Spanish sefiorita. But by far the most intriguing was one packet holding a single fair ringlet, with the bemused memo in Byron's faded scrawl: "Whose this was I don't recollect...