Word: awing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Christmas dinner with Commander Dyott in an Indian village. He had described the Nambikuara Indians as: most primitive; eating only raw food (snakes included) ; wearing a macaw feather in their noses; and no clothes. Mr. Gow-Smith, more than six feet tall, onetime football stalwart at Purdue University, inspired awe in these Indians. Commander Dyott believes that the same bandits who annoyed Mr. Gow-Smith, also annoyed...
Illuminating as these figures may be to some people, it is impossible that they will cause any stir in the world of levity, except as new grist for the laugh mill. Even the awe-inspiring news that tuberculosis takes a large roll of gentlemen graduated from college funny papers will not act as a sedative. Caps will continue to hob and bills to iiugle in the face of overwhelming numbers. After all, is the conforming reflection, these statistics prove exactly what most statistics prove...
...gambler, whose olive mien was a little too sleek to inspire trust at once, was enchanted by this garrulous bartender, whose words and wit were of an unusual facility. He liked the combination of heartiness and sly insinuation, and furthermore Tammen was one of those creatures so awe-inspiring to high-livers, a bartender who despised drink. The gambler took a chance and told his own history...
...going to take them to the American Museum of Natural History, where they would be mounted against a background of bleak tundra and labeled Lemmus norvegicus, the lemming. Stubby of tail, tawny of fur, blunt of snout, five inches long, lemmings are probably the only mice that ever excited awe in both sexes of human kind. Not Aesop's mouse who gnawed a lion free; not the three blind mice whom the farmer's spouse decaudated; not the clock-scaling mouse of Mother Goose nor Alice's dormouse nor the mouse that did not stir the night...
Members of the Danville, Ill., Rotary clubassembled last week to behold a marvel. Awe was in every heart as a man stood among them, all unafraid, and bade an assistant fire revolver bullets at him point blank. "Blam! Blam-blam!" The Rotarians could scarcely believe their eyes as the bullets quite obviously smote their target and still he stood unhurt. The Rotarians drew closer . . . "Blam-blam!" . . . and soon three of them were writhing with pain. Baker Walter C. Spitz, Banker John Telling and Reporter H. V. Streeter suffered cuts, scratches and contusions as chunks of lead, ricocheting from the entertainer...