Word: bents
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...corps of policemen. He climbed through the ropes-unshaven, hard-muscled, surprisingly thin-and crossed to Tunney's corner. "How are you, boy?" he said. The iron voice announced the weights: "Jack Dempsey, who has defended his title for the last six years. . . ." Loud booing. You bent over to light a cigaret and when you looked up they were fighting...
Tunney stood up straight, Dempsey came in weaving, bobbing, prowling. He bent his head a little and Tunney's lefts whizzed over. Three of them missed in succession. Incomparably better looking in the ring than Tunney, who was merely handsome, Dempsey leaped forward; he was inside Tunney's guard, a panther striking. Then an amazing thing happened. Tunney held his terrible arms. The referee parted their shoulders and Tunney, with a right and left to the head, backed Dempsey against the ropes, pounded his face, made him shelter himself with wrapping elbows. The gong rang...
...tremendous numbers of applicants that must be sifted out each year. In Great Britain, in the past, education beyond the secondary schools has never been popular, in the sense that it was considered one of the rights of all classes. The wealthy and the men with a stong intellectual bent, in general, have been the only ones anxious to attend our universities, and, as a result we have had no difficulty keeping...
...indissoluble bond. Teachers must make of their subjects a framework for their philosophy. A philosophy of life must be the aim of Education, and whether it result in a religious or a humanistic philosophy is of little concern to the essayist, though one may suspect from his strong classical bent that he would prefer the latter result...
...afternoon last week, Cartoonist Rollin Kirby of the New York World thumbtacked a fresh sheet of paper and set about sketching two figures. One was a tall figure, one a short. They faced each other, the small one standing with his knees slightly bent, his shoulders hunched, his left thumb insultingly applied to his buttonish nose. In his right hand was a little wooden sword. On his head appeared a crested toy helmet, bravely capped by a toy British flag. Behind his twiddling fingers, the small creature's mouth was opened in scolding anger; his scrubby mustache and beetling...