Driver
['draɪvə] or ['draɪvɚ]
Definition
(noun.) a golf club (a wood) with a near vertical face that is used for hitting long shots from the tee.
(noun.) (computer science) a program that determines how a computer will communicate with a peripheral device.
(noun.) the operator of a motor vehicle.
(noun.) a golfer who hits the golf ball with a driver.
(noun.) someone who drives animals that pull a vehicle.
Editor: Rhoda--From WordNet
Definition
(n.) One who, or that which, drives; the person or thing that urges or compels anything else to move onward.
(n.) The person who drives beasts or a carriage; a coachman; a charioteer, etc.; hence, also, one who controls the movements of a locomotive.
(n.) An overseer of a gang of slaves or gang of convicts at their work.
(n.) A part that transmits motion to another part by contact with it, or through an intermediate relatively movable part, as a gear which drives another, or a lever which moves another through a link, etc. Specifically:
(n.) The driving wheel of a locomotive.
(n.) An attachment to a lathe, spindle, or face plate to turn a carrier.
(n.) A crossbar on a grinding mill spindle to drive the upper stone.
(n.) The after sail in a ship or bark, being a fore-and-aft sail attached to a gaff; a spanker.
Editor: Upton
Examples
- Go muck yourself, he said in English and then, in Spanish, to the armored car driver. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- Then to the driver, 'Wagstaff's--Barton Street. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- I got into the cab and gave the driver the address of Simmons, one of the men I knew who was studying singing. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I put her in her cab as I was coming in, and she gave the driver the Trenors' address. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- I had been driving and I sat in the car and the driver took the papers in. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- They had to wait, the driver calling and shouting, till the dense crowd would make way. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- The tall English driver came around and looked in, I'll take it very easily, he said. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- As soon as the vehicle and its driver had withdrawn so far as to be beyond all possible reach of her voice, Mrs. Yeobright turned to her niece. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- About ten minutes after, the driver got down and opened a pair of gates: we passed through, and they clashed to behind us. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Cudjoe is an excellent driver. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Mr. Nasmyth not only invented the steam hammer, but the steam pile driver as well. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
- But I had the start of them, and when I stopped the driver and got out, they were nowhere in sight. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- The driver stopped his horse and lowered the metal sign on his meter. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Then, still holding the safeconduct, the control patrol came over, shouting, to the truck driver whose load was spilled. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- He lives at Pentonwil when he's at home,' observed the driver coolly, 'but we seldom takes him home, on account of his weakness. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- The three drivers were laughing. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- We passed a long column of loaded mules, the drivers walking along beside the mules wearing red fezzes. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Legree was there, busily conversing with the two drivers. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Child-torturers, slave masters and drivers, I consign to the hands of jailers. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- The other two cars came in while I was there and their drivers got down. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- The drivers of each and every one of the slow-moving market-carts we met were stretched in the sun upon their merchandise, sound a sleep. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- We wouldn't to anybody but the soul-drivers, said Andy; nobody can help wishing it to them, they 's so awful wicked. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- There were four drivers. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Both the drivers again laughed their diabolical laugh. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- British ambulance drivers were killed sometimes. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I went out to look at the cars and see what was going on and then came back and sat down in the dugout with the four drivers. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I wonder where the drivers are? Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- He was a member of the syndicate of tramway drivers. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- One of their drivers came over to me, brought by Gordini who looked very white and sick. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I went back to the drivers. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
Typed by Howard