Word: beasting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Perhaps TIME in its wisdom can solve a problem concerning monsters. The Loch Ness creature mentioned in TIME, May 3, does not seem to be a very pretentious beast. Fifty feet is about the greatest length claimed for it, and there is no mention of its having spoken to anyone, or even of its having devoured anyone...
...hundred of the Fiana came out of the beast alive, including the son of the King of Greece, but their clothes were gone, and they were hairless thereafter. Fionn Loch, White Lake, had been the name of the lake where the monster resided. From that day on, it was called Loch Dearg, Red Lake. Loch Dearg is in Donegal, in Ireland...
...brandished his umbrella at the mobsters, and 50 policemen who overawed the crowd with their drawn revolvers. Fifteen citizens and soldiers were killed that day. Next thing Baltimore knew, Federal guns were staring from Federal Hill, and the city was under the thumb of officious, punch-drunk General Benjamin ("Beast") Butler. A warm Southern sympathizer and States' rights man. Publisher Abell had his choice of keeping editorially mum or being deprived of his newspaper, thrown in jail. He kept mum. While even Union sympathizers were being jailed by the military in unhappy Baltimore, the Government watched the Sun like...
...only 30 mi. to the southwest. In August 1933 when workmen were blasting a new motor road along the west shore of the lake, the monster was first "seen." Eyewitnesses during the following season ranged from hard-bitten big game hunters to impressionable lady schoolteachers. Their descriptions of the beast varied in detail but agreed roughly that it was 40 to 50 ft. long with a large whiskery head and eight humps; that it could travel 40 m.p.h. up & down the lake, prudently keeping at least 100 yd. from shore. On the east shore, a large pudgy "footprint" was found...
...thunder rumbled and syn thetic lightning glimmered. A big, heavy maned lion loped from the runway into the cage, slithered along an upward-sloping row of pedestals until he was crouched on the highest one. Two tigers came in and took their places beside him. Ten or twelve more beasts entered. While some of these were still milling around on the cage floor, Clyde Beatty, holding a blank-loaded pistol and a steel-bolted chair in his left hand and a whip in his right jumped into the cage, slapped the gate shut behind, pranced, crouched, cracked his whip...