Word: armes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Manhattan Senegalese who went to gaze at their murdered idol remembered creditable things of Battling Siki. They remembered how during the War he was mustered into the French Army-an ebony-muscled bully-boy of 18, with a jungle smile and an arm like an ironwood tree. He was given a musket with a long knife on the end of it and told to do thus and so to all who wore a certain uniform. Siki grasped his instructions so capably that, although wounded with shrapnel and bay- onets, he won the Croix de Guerre, two palms, Medaille Militaire, seven...
...hours later the long arm of the British secret service had reached out and seized him. For months Mr. Basil Thomson, Assistant Commissioner of Scotland Yard, had been waiting for Sir Roger to appear. During the course of the trial before Lord Chief Justice Reading,* Mr. Thomson was not only instrumental in securing the conviction and subsequent execution of Sir Roger Casement, but rose to such prominence himself that he was knighted, and then made Director of Intelligence of the British secret service. Since that day he has been a symbol to Britons of the maintenance of law and order...
Eventually the stomaching was accomplished. The De Valerists, threatened by President Cosgrave of the Irish Free State with the dissolution of the Dáil if they attempted strong-arm politics, continued to "abstain" and the measure eventually passed...
...brass, and ropes of bottle-green plush-the Star Chamber of the new Madison Square Garden, Manhattan-he pushed that fist so violently into the face of Paul Berlenbach that the latter fell down and reclined on his side, head, ear, shoulders, hips and legs. The referee's arm began to rise and fall and a great crowd rose in pandemonium, for it was a fact patent to all that if burly Berlenbach ("the Astoria Assassin") did not get up shortly, Delaney would be the light-heavyweight champion of the world. For a moment everybody began to feel sorry...
...Damrosch raised his arm and thereafter the assembled audience listened intently for a considerable time. They heard pinguid plati- tudes of the symphonic concert hall resuscitated; they heard discreet echoes of Tschaikowsky, of Stravinsky, of Rachmaninov; they heard sentimental melodies in pseudo-jazz they heard the anxiously im- mature opus of a youth who-no longer child of the Cyclades and of Broadway-has become an earnest aspirant for musical respectability. There was nothing daring, nothing racy, nothing even individual Law- rence Gilman said...