What is "larsen"

Usage examples of "larsen".

Starting from a segment of ophidian skin picked up in Madrid, Wolf and Larsen had followed the trail little by little and had been close to the final revelation when they had suddenly been called off the case by the central office.

The free land lay farther out, and for some reason he could not have explained, Earl Grebe focused on land which lay to the northwest, and when he discussed this with the group, he found that another family, the Larsens, had done the same, so they procured one of the cars and drove along country trails to that section of the free land, but when Earl bored in with his earth auger, he brought up a very dry sample that showed a tillable depth of less than six inches.

Have Captain Larsen inform Aphrodopolis that they have fifteen minutes to hoist the white flag.

Henry Parsons has gotten married to a girl from Janesville, Wisconsin, and Harlow Larsen has twin boys.

Larsen stood next to Harrington-Bird, goateed, bespectacled, wearing a tweed suit over a sweater-vest and looking like Hollywood’.

Finally, John Larsen found the loose wall panel behind an air-conditioning unit.

Thor Larsen attended, barefoot, with his chief engineer and first officer, the owner's chief superin-tendent (marine architect), who had been there from the start, and the yard's equivalent architect.

Dey's a feller I know, a fat Swede—Ole Larsen his monaker is—an' dis feller an' me started in scrapping last week, an' I puts it all over him, so he had it in for me.

Robbie Newman saw things as any engineer who was Director of Naval Nuclear Propulsion would--everything was black and white, and Larsen hadn't said a thing that wasn't distinctly gray.

Wolf Larsen was smoking a cigar and examining the patent log which the Ghost usually towed astern, but which had been hauled in for some purpose.

You weren't at the Library, and Miss Larsen said, pay day, weather, and all, I'd find you here.

Larsen, fighting back the waves of weariness that tried to force him to place his head in his arms and go to sleep, continued his solo game of seeking to keep Svoboda awake, too, pinpricking the Ukrainian to make him reply.

But this was no time to be regretting the preservation of young puddinghead, Bent Larsen - for although it was clear that at this speed they would do it, that they would cross the Marengo and start to increase the distance within a few minutes, yet nevertheless they were running towards the nearest point of convergence, and it was always possible to mistake by a few hundred yards.

Albin Larsen called me yesterday, said it was okay to rent out the bottom floor.

Two years before, Larsen knew, he could never have skippered a Swedish-flag vessel, being himself a Norwegian.