"Wrist watch" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Street. He's one of the raving Ravens. He was all dolled up like a Christmas tree, with his belt axe hanging to his belt and his scout knife dangling around his neck and his compass on his wrist like a wrist watch. ...
— Roy Blakeley's Camp on Wheels • Percy Keese Fitzhugh
... lights were no longer visible. He glanced at his depth gauge and wrist watch. They were at eighty feet, and they had plenty of air left. He swam to ...
— The Wailing Octopus • Harold Leland Goodwin
... from the smart, well-fitting garments; the buttons on the same had been replaced by others of an ordinary character; the names of the haberdasher, the hat dealer and the boot maker had been as effectually destroyed. There were no papers of any description in his pockets. His wrist watch bore neither name, date nor initials. Indeed, nothing had been overlooked in his very palpable effort to prevent actual identification, either in ...
— Green Fancy • George Barr McCutcheon
... Mr. Gibney pleaded. "Scraggs, you just ain't got enough works inside you to fill a wrist watch." ...
— Captain Scraggs - or, The Green-Pea Pirates • Peter B. Kyne
... talk about anything to you. Let's just talk. [She looks at her wrist watch.] Well, thank goodness, it's about time for them to come for me. That ought to give me a new ...
— The Hairy Ape • Eugene O'Neill
... way than through the ordinary channels of the post, telephone and telegraph. Each member of this army of artists, litterateurs and tacticians possesses a hip pocket, fully loaded, two pairs of puttees, a compass and a wrist watch. ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, July 29, 1914 • Various
... then climbed over the parapet to reconnoitre. The minutes passed by. Everybody was wishing everybody else good luck, and many were the hopes of 'Blighty' entertained—not all to be realized. It is a wonderful sensation—counting the minutes on one's wrist watch as the moment to go over draws nigh. The fingers on my watch pointed to 8.30, but the first wave of D Company had not gone over. I do not know what caused the delay. Anyhow, they were climbing over. Eventually, at 8.40, I got a signal from ...
— At Ypres with Best-Dunkley • Thomas Hope Floyd
... face a mass of wrinkling smiles. He walked over to the desk where McGee was seated and from his pockets dumped out a double handful of articles, such as army men had learned to list under the broad heading—"Souvenirs." There was a wrist watch, a German automatic pistol, a silver match box, a leather cigarette case, a belt buckle bearing the famous "Gott Mit Uns" and a number ...
— Aces Up • Covington Clarke
... the nearest taxi stand, Clo trying not to breathe hard and so remind Angel of her weakness. As the chauffeur slowed down in front of the Westmorland, Beverley held up her wrist watch for ...
— The Lion's Mouse • C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
... wrist watch. It was within seventy minutes of the dawn. If she could only be sure that he would sleep until Munich herself awoke him. But he had told her that he never slept these days more than two or three hours at a time, no ...
— The White Morning • Gertrude Atherton
... usually very cheerful and patient with the children, this was a serious matter. Carelessness and inattention were faults that Mother Bunker was always trying to correct. For those two faults, as she pointed out so frequently, led often to much trouble, as in this case. The loss of the wrist watch and the stick-pin could not be passed ...
— Six Little Bunkers at Cowboy Jack's • Laura Lee Hope
... a match from a box on the wide window ledge near him, and sauntered to the door—with a slanting, downward glance at Mary V as he passed her. A little smile lurked at the corners of his lips now that his face was not visible to her. Mary V was studying her wrist watch as though it was vital that she knew the time down to the last second. He judged that she had no retort ready for him, so he picked up his hat and went ...
— Skyrider • B. M. Bower
... A clock began to chime in the hall. He jumped to his feet and looked at the phosphorescent hands of his wrist watch. It was twelve o'clock. ...
— The Beautiful and Damned • F. Scott Fitzgerald |
