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...shouldered and vulgarly handsome, he had a way of swaggering up to some pitiful little twerp and sneering down at him as he sucked reflectively on a cigar the size of a fungo bat and stroked a big, black, bushy mustache that seemed to demand insultingly: "Howzat for virility, ya hairless squirt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: A Unsussessful Crinimal | 2/16/1962 | See Source »

When he finds himself on a collision course with a ferryboat. Captain Foglemayer sticks his head out of the window and hollers: "Get outa da way, ya punk!'' When he loses his broad overboard, he squalls: "Make a U-turn!" When he gets caught in a passing hurricane, he lashes himself to the wheel-which proceeds to spin like...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: A Unsussessful Crinimal | 2/16/1962 | See Source »

True to professional hockey's lusty tradition, loyal fans of the New York Rangers boo the visiting team, jeer at the referee and greet home-team blunders with showers of eggs and cries of "Ya jerk, ya"-a provincialism once reserved for the bumbling baseball players who inhabited Brooklyn's Ebbets Field. Last week, when the New Yorkers blew a 2-1 lead to the Toronto Maple Leafs, a sullen crowd clustered outside the Ranger dressing room to taunt their tarnished heroes. "Aw, go back to Montreal!" one fan yelled at Player-Coach Doug Harvey. "Whatsamatter, Gump...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Attaboy, Andy Baby | 1/19/1962 | See Source »

Bernard Shor is a beefy saloonkeeper who looks like an elderly, slightly worn cherub. He insults his best friends ("Ya crumb-bum!") and coldly rejects sycophants ("How should I remember ya when I only seen ya oncet?"). Everybody calls him Toots, a name that has stuck since childhood when he was-incredible as it may seem-a pretty boy. His pals are sportsmen, athletes, politicians, showfolk, journalists and has-beens; in short, Toots Shor is a Runyonesque character too true to be fictional...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Restaurants: Forever Toots's | 1/5/1962 | See Source »

...Every ballplayer worth his mitt got the de luxe, or crumb-bum treatment, and even Bernard Baruch, elder statesman of the stock market ticker, benched down at Shor's now and then. But Toots made no attempt to attract the glossier types of café society. "Who needs ya?" he bellowed cheerily...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Restaurants: Forever Toots's | 1/5/1962 | See Source »

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