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Usage examples of tycoon.

Coca-Cola story, telling of a pharmacological tycoon who invents a soft drink containing a mysterious, addictive stimulant.

The revolution which has ended in the triumph of the Daimios over the Tycoon, is also the triumph of the vassal over his feudal lord, and is the harbinger of political life to the people at large.

They finally reach Las Vegas, the closest this deracinated world gets to an Emerald City, where an enigmatic tycoon named Mr.

He is surely not one of those arrogant fire-eaters that usually do the arguing for the secesh more of a Hamlet, this one is, which is why the Tycoon is spending the time to save his soul from political perdition.

Arisen, Huizenga or some future sports tycoon gets antsy again in a few years.

It had been bought and brought to greatness in the fifties by a rumbustious tycoon thrown up atypically from prudent banking stock.

Soon Bedaux acquired the additional adornment of a socially impeccable spouse in the person of Fern Lombard, the daughter of a Michigan tycoon.

The workers at the cryolite quarry have a sparkle in their eyes, the industrial tycoons that earn the dough have a sparkle in their eyes, the Greenlandic cleanup staff have a sparkle in their eyes, and the blue fjords of Greenland are full of reflections and flashes of sunshine.

Downtown was doing its usual split-personality routine: Fasttalking, fast-walking Power Dressers, Wannabee Tycoons, and stifflipped secretaries sharing turf with bleary-eyed, filth-encrusted human shells transporting their life stories in purloined shopping carts and verminous bedrolls.

June carried in after me, and I surveyed the opulent carpet, deep armchairs and framed maps as in the lobby, and smoothed a hand over the grainy black expanse of the oversized desk, and felt like a jockey, not a tycoon.

Blockbuster himself should pony up a heftier chunk of the arena moneyan option no self-respecting sports tycoon likes to contemplate.

The Tycoon is serene: he thinks his two proclamations and his continued sufferance of McClellan will get him through the late autumn of discontent.

Here in Washington, the Army of the Potomac is now marching up and down, looking spiffier every day, and the Tycoon is beginning to get abuse for the Jacobins here and Greeley in the Tribune in New York for appointing a procrastinator as General-in-Chief.

I rather admire our Postmaster General, Montgomery Blair, and the Tycoon certainly respects his father, Old Man Blair.

He was that new and fascinating evolution of the primitive tycoon who simply worked at the job of being a millionaire, as un-excitedly as other men worked at the job of being bricklayers, and probably with no more grandiose ideas of his place in the engine of civilisation.