Creator of ''The Producers''

Usage examples of brooks.

He was dressed well in a Brooks Brothers suit, and he was nursing a beer.

La Nina or El Nino weather patterns, but maybe start thinking about El mafioso and terrorisimo, Brooks thought with a sigh of relief.

Brooks and Rollins had wisely brought books, hard-worn paperbacks, and when Brooks abruptly came to the end of his tale, he blinked at the blank endpaper and tossed the volume to the floor.

He punched Rollins who punched him back, then understood as Brooks pointed outside.

Stealthily, Brooks unlatched the door handle and he and Rollins executed paratrooper drops onto the spiky grass.

Transcripts were transferred and Betsy, Glover, Brooks, Rollins, and Little Becky were registered for fall enrollment at the Towne High School in twelfth, eleventh, and ninth grades.

Brooks had lately advanced a theory that modern man had lost his nighttime sonar capability since the discovery of fire and the subsequent illumination of the night, or at least, Brooks supposed, something of the sort might very well have happened back at the beginning of time.

She placed going-away hats on them all-cowboy hats on Brooks and Rollins, caps and gowns on Betsy and Andy.

They strolled down to thank Brooks and Rollins who had been parking cars on the lower lawn and who lingered by the cars as if to make certain they stayed parked.

Perhaps Glover was under orders in the Army, and Brooks and Rollins at the Range School as well, to practice their penmanship.

She wrote a brief note to Glover telling him to tuck into the shoebox of stacked and Saran-wrapped Congo Bars she had baked for him, and she wrote a second note to Brooks and Rollins to say she hoped they enjoyed the shoebox of stacked and Saran-wrapped Congo Bars she had baked for them with second thoughts in the event they discovered she had baked for their older brother and not for them, should, in this flurry of letter writing, Congo Bars ever be mentioned.

He contemplated the other member of the family and wondered what miracle Miss Brooks might conjure to make her drab black gown more suitable this evening.

When the departing Brooks - both living and deceased - had passed through the gates, Felicia turned to thank her host for all he had done on her behalf.

No sign of Miss Woodworth or Miss Brooks had been seen anywhere in the city, according to the chaps who roamed the docks and Covent Garden area.

Susan walked in, her beautiful fifteen-year-old daughter, Brooks, following behind.