31 August 1952, Louise Rucks, Dogs, The other breeder, obviously an old timer, weatherbeaten and squarejawed says, “Nope, Melvin. That’s a lot of dog. Typey. As well put down as any dog I’ve seen in years and for that matter, well let down.â€
1992, Xander Mellish, I never ended up meeting the boyfriend, who was working on a detective series out in L.A., but I’m sure he looked just like Berty, all thin and squarejawed and energetic.
1995, Jo C. Searles, Private Voices, Public Lives: Women Speak on the Literary Life Chapter From Robot to Roarer, Eventually, one of those painful pauses, clear evidence that we were all talked out, when one squarejawed, nondescript woman from town commented softly, “But no one said anything about women’s spirituality.â€
