Word: blade
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Little Felix Kaspar won the world's championship in 1937, succeeding his fellow Viennese Karl Schaefer, who had held the title seven years running. Something of a blade, Kaspar often wears trousers rather than tights, always wears a grin on his dimpled pink face. His greatest accomplishment, however, is jumping. He is only 5 ft. 5 in. tall, yet one of his Axel Paulsen jumps has been measured as over 4 ft. 6 in. high, 18 ft. 6 in. long. In last week's Carnival, for which his billings were changed (for diplomatic reasons) from "Champion of Austria...
...mechanism is simple-a unit of rotating blades suspended beneath a two-wheel cart at right angles to the row. Each blade backs into the ground heel first as the machine trundles overhead, comes out point last, leaving the loose dirt in the hole but removing the surplus seedlings. Last year Dixie Cultivator Corp. sold 403 one-row choppers at $157.50 each. In 1938 it will turn out 2,500 machines, 60% of the two-row type...
...inches tall and weighs 220 pounds, was rushed to a hospital at Kearny, N. J., where doctors cut through his chest wall, opened the pericardium or heart envelope so that the heart lay visibly beating before their eyes, and delicately extracted a three-inch piece of broken knife blade. They took care to let no blood rush out, quickly closed the heart wound with three stitches...
...Washington. Now despite his numerous roamings and rovings, the Vagabond has long been the victim of two middle-aged tyrants, called parents by facetious sociologists and naive maiden aunts, who are cruelly solicitous for the health of his molars as well as the cyst beneath his right shoulder blade. These two, who conceal their despotism under a jacket of social charm and kindness (so that all but himself considers them as unusually fine specimens of humanity), ruffled their feathers in immediate response to the Vagabond's scheme of adventure. No, they said in one grave and discreet voice, it would...
...back of a chair within Marlowe's reach. Marlowe and Frizer may have argued over the bill. Poley may have been under orders to get Marlowe drunk and kill him. But the coroner's account has it that Marlowe grabbed Frizer's knife, whereupon the blade was turned upon himself, pushed down, entering the flesh above the right eye and plunging two inches into the frontal lobe of a brain that had been, until that instant, as powerful, creative, original, as any in the history of English literature...