Crossword clues for amory
amory
- ''The Cat and the Curmudgeon'' author
- Critic Cleveland ___
- Cleveland who wrote "The Proper Bostonians"
- Author of "The Last Resorts."
- Author of "The Cat Who Came for Christmas"
- Author and animal rights activist Cleveland
- Animal rights crusader Cleveland
- Animal rights activist Cleveland __
- Animal activist Cleveland
- "The Proper Bostonians" writer Cleveland
- "The Cat Who Came for Christmas" author Cleveland
- "The Cat Who Came for Chirstmas" author
- "Last Resorts" author
- 'The Proper Bostonians' author Cleveland
- '60s-'70s TV Guide critic
- He wrote "The Proper Bostonians"
- "Last Resorts" author, 1952
- Writer Cleveland ___
- "The Cat and the Curmudgeon" author Cleveland ___
- ___ Blaine, protagonist of F. Scott Fitzgerald's "This Side of Paradise"
- He wrote "The Last Resorts"
- Conservationist Cleveland
- The Bay State's Cleveland
- Cleveland from Mass.
- He wrote "Home Town": 1950
- Cleveland of literature
- Critic Cleveland
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- TV Guide critic of the '60s-'70s
- Animal advocate Cleveland
Gazetteer
Housing Units (2000): 3147
Land area (2000): 7.501970 sq. miles (19.430012 sq. km)
Water area (2000): 0.509753 sq. miles (1.320254 sq. km)
Total area (2000): 8.011723 sq. miles (20.750266 sq. km)
FIPS code: 01260
Located within: Mississippi (MS), FIPS 28
Location: 33.987283 N, 88.483936 W
ZIP Codes (1990): 38821
Note: some ZIP codes may be omitted esp. for suburbs.
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Amory
Wikipedia
Amory is both an English given name - derived from the Old German name Amalric via the French form Amaury - and a surname derived from it.
Usage examples of "amory".
Reverend Lovoy came in with his family, Sheriff Amory and his wife and daughters entered, the Branlins came in, and so did Mr.
He pushed his hat back up on his shiny forehead as he and my dad talked at the lake’s edge and I watched my father’s hand motions as he showed Sheriff Amory where the car had come from and where it had gone.
Maybe one of them was just trying to find out if he’d been seen, or what Sheriff Amory knew.
A week after Dad had jumped into Saxon’s Lake, this was the story: Sheriff Amory had found no one missing from Zephyr or from any of the surrounding communities.
Sheriff Amory and two of his deputies, some of the firemen, and a half dozen volunteers got out on the lake in rowboats and dragged nets back and forth, but they only came up with an angry catch of snapping turtles and cottonmouths.
The rest of the procession got as close as possible without blocking the bridge, though Sheriff Amory had set up sawhorses with blinking lights along the route.
The fear of Moorwood Thaxter, who was in his seventies and rarely seen, was what kept Sheriff Amory in his seat and had kept forty-year-old Vernon naked on the streets of my hometown.
Maybe he’s steamed ’cause my dad saw the car go down and told Sheriff Amory about it.
On the drive home, I learned that Davy Ray and Ben had reached Zephyr together about seven this morning and Sheriff Amory knew the whole story, that two masked men had bought something in a wooden box from Biggun Blaylock and then the Blaylocks had chased us through the forest.
I stayed on the porch, stroking Rebel, as Sheriff Amory and Dad talked a few minutes more.
Sheriff Junior Talmadge Amory stood under the porch light, his long-jawed face sullen and his hat in his hand.
Sheriff Amory sank his slim Ichabod Crane body onto the couch and put his hat on the coffee table.
His eyes went from Sheriff Amory to Mom and back again, with a quick dart toward me.
I guess it could never be said that Sheriff Amory wasn’t trying to do well by his family.
Chief Marchette was in the passenger seat of the sheriff’s car, and seated behind Sheriff Amory was the criminal himself.