unearths some literary gems.
From the New Yorker, Apr.-June 1928:
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I am trembling like a what's-this leaf. [Parker]
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Charles "Buddy" Rogers looked and acted the way you would expect a young man calling himself "Buddy" to behave.
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That makes four sinners [in the film Three Sinners], but I guess the man who wrote the title was poor at addition.
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They'll be off to their ticket brokers without more ado, or maybe just the least little bit more ado with half a lump of sugar. [Brackett]
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She has piled Pelion on Who's-this. [Parker]
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