Word: arming
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...written article." Then he stopped, and seemed embarrassed to have spoken. But the man next to him began to ask about TIME, and when the old man got off at Wall Street the other man did also and they left the car chatting together about my favorite magazine almost arm in arm. Now I am going to suggest something horrid, but I think it will be for everyone's good. Couldn't you employ a few fine looking men to ride back and forth on the subways, showing and telling people about TIME in just this casual...
Five dawns later, a large woman floundered stupidly in the tide-rips off Point Vicente. She had been swimming all night. Her breast and left arm had been lacerated by a savage barracuda.† For a quarter of an hour, while her body lolled like a dying squid, she babbled idly among the waves. From a small boat nearby, her 11-year-old son called out anxiously. Men's voices growled advice. The large woman, momentarily dazed by exertion, then remembered she was Mrs. Myrtle Huddleston, proprietor of a Long Beach, Calif., beauty parlor. Four months ago she could...
...orchestra in an interview to the Crimson, backstage in the Tremont Theatre yesterday. He had just finished a performance and was resting for a moment after his strenuous three hours. Just at that moment, there squeezed angrily through the doorway of the dressing room a musician carrying under his arm a bass viol. Turning the instrument over, he showed three great cracks to the comedian. "How about getting the heat turned off in this the-alre?" he asked. But Lewis, not taken aback by this declared, "What! and have all of us and our little ladies catch cold,-to save...
...Cambridge? All collegiate heroes of fiction draw the public interest because they are supposed to throw the spotlight on what goes on, and how, behind the academic walls. It is the wise author who lets his dashing young rascal fade into obscurity with his A. B. under his arm and the aureole of glamor still about his head. One had as leave read about Tom Swift after his adventures are over and his magic flying machine stabled in the garage, as pursue the maturity of the plastic age settling into stodgy concrete...
...down again, got up, went down again. The bell rang. He walked to his corner. After each minute of rest between rounds he came out as if a new day had dawned for him after a good night's sleep. At the end of the fight La Barba, arm-weary, had shown past peradventure that he merited his title, long in dispute. Elky Clark could hardly see. He had demonstrated once more that Scots wa he wa hi wahoo...