Word: amuck
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...than that of Russia itself. The Soviet hand has shown itself in the big commercial centers of South America, and France has one of the largest proportions of Communist-minded people in the world. Germany has a similar problem and China has already seen her coolies read and run--amuck. The newspapers owned by William Randolph Hearst are running a series of disclosures of Soviet workings in the Calles government of Mexico, and it is not long since the Dedham Courthouse was strewn with literature...
Said the New Orleans States: "In Budapest a musician was so enraged by the chatter of a woman in the audience that he ran amuck and bit a policeman. But he made a great mistake. He should have chewed the ear of the offending woman. Had he done so he would have established a precedent that might still the feminine bazoo during a musical performance...
...Whirlwind of Youth (Lois Moran). He who runs amuck amongst women is considered the sweetest catch. In this film, evolved pleasantly enough from A. Hamilton Gibb's novel, Soundings, the cocky Lothario finds that a glance from Nancy (Lois Moran) plumbs depths of emotion hitherto unknown and strangely captivating. Most of this goes on in Flanders Fields where he is a soldier and she an ambulance driver; where one may sigh for a battered village and smile at pompous officers...
...mice came, endlessly advancing, followed by wheeling, crying flocks of birds great and small ?hawks, vultures, owls, magpies, jays, even (according to the Associated Press) wild ducks which, seldom carnivorous (except for fish), must presumably have mistaken the undulating carpet of rodents for a grey lake. Running amuck in the tumbling, whispering, squeaking herds went coyotes and wildcats; even a wolf was seen. But mankind had warred too well upon the natural enemies of mousedom* in Kern County. The mouse millions marched...
...ingenuousness that inevitably marks confessions in the Occident, remains a frenzied, consumptive paranoiac, self-immolated for revenge upon Barbarism, babbling as he waits for death that the grey bones of New England babies became fertilizer for the prairie soil; that the Puritans, nurtured on illusion, are wild asses run amuck when illusion has withered. Whoever he is, he once wrote (44) a novel and sent it to the late Walter Hines Page, who returnee it with the gentle words: "Either I am pretty crazy...