Word: armfuls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...entertainment there were cinema scenes of Alaska. . . . Two nights later, the President, still alone, received some 2,000 Army, Navy and Marine officers and their wives, at the White House. It was the last state function of the year. Marching into the drawing room, President Coolidge gave his arm to Mrs. Dawes, while Mrs. Kellogg stepped up to accompany the Vice President, and on down the line. . . . Governor & Mrs. John H. Trumbull and Miss Florence Trumbull, of Connecticut, spent a night at the White House. Old friends, they were cheering, easily entertained...
Tony came to the Berkenmeer hospital with an injured arm which, it was tacitly understood among the golfing-aviators, would not prevent him from breaking anyone's jaw. But "Berkenmeer was meant for 'officers and gentlemen,' as the phrase ran"; so, acting on an inverse snobbism, Tony kept to himself. The only man with whom Tony had anything in common-they could both walk on their hands-was Harvey Sayles, an educated and war-shocked aviator, who thought out loud because he liked to hear himself think. He was the kind of a man who reads...
...Crescent Mine, near California, Pa., picketers jeered and swore as usual at "scab" workers (mostly Negroes) filing in for another day's work. The Pittsburgh Coal Co.'s strong-arm men* jostled the picketers, bade them begone. A striker fired a shotgun. Two strong-armers roared with pain. The crowd dissolved, growling with satisfaction. The week before it had been a striker's woman who was hurt?trampled by a police horse. . . . Next time the California picketers assembled they were dispersed by tear...
...snarled helplessly. Newspapermen in the fringe of harsh white light around the ringside heard the manager snarl something about "quitter." The fisticuffer, despairing, defiant, jumped to his short legs and went through the mill. Panting, pounding, suffering, he hammered the hard little man dancing a short arm's length away. Twice he struck below the belt and was harshly called by the referee. Even he kept the battle, head jarred, hands jabbing. After a swirling fifteenth round the bell jangled with each man exhausted on his feet. Judges and referee returned a sharply disputed verdict. Benny Bass, coldly courageous...
...said with the roguish twinkle that gained him the reputation of "funster" around camp. He strapped on his climbing shoes with the heavy iron spikes, and disappeared across the plateau and into the Reading Room. A minute later he came in sight. He had two natives under each arm, whose whole lives, as he told us, had been spent in the vicinity of the peak. Had they ever been to the top? Answering with fluent hands in sign language they said, No, they never went so high, but they knew...