Word: bladed
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...would like to have been-is golden-haired, steel-sinewed David Rock who, through his attachment to the humanitarian Black Hunter, is suspected of treason by his foppish, malicious French overlords and lives through to wed silken-lashed Anne St. Denis only by the slim width of a tomahawk blade. History pours forth aplenty through the tale, but not more than Mr. Curwood's vast and romantic public can follow. All the characters have Souls, lofty or eternally damned. For each date set down there are at least two kisses and three burning looks. And even as David Rock...
...chest. The left side had been distressing him. When he breathed, it scarcely budged. The x-ray showed that fluid had accumulated in his left pleural cavity (the space in which the lung moves), had squeezed his left lung up until it barely moved under his shoulder blade, had forced his heart far out of normal over to the right side of his body. Surgeons at Columbus' New McKinley Hospital tapped his chest with a hollow, apirating needle, drew off some pus, a minor operation which gave Switchman Cramer some relief. Fluid again accumulated. So surgeons last week...
...Arizona, Professor Byron Cummings of the state university refused to comment on the efficacy of a divining rod (a wishbone-shaped stick with a wooden thimbleful of "certain chemicals" at the fork) by which one of his geologists, one Charles Udall, located a mammoth's shoulder blade near Arivaca. Diviner Udall's thimble contained something sensitive to lime deposits. The stick dipped to outline a mammoth's tusk, a whole mammoth's skeleton, a buried dinosaur. Dr. Cummings, instead of theorizing about the instrument, proceeded to investigate further whether an important new fossil bed had been...
...driver of Robert Tyre Jones swung down, flicked a blade of grass, a chip of rubber, came to rest over his right shoulder. Three hundred yards down the course the ball stopped rolling. Jones took an iron, swung it up-down. One hundred and eighty yards, splitting the pin all the way, the ball flew as if drawn on an invisible wire, slid four yards past the hole. Turnesa, watching, brushed his hand across his forehead. So it was all no use, his own fight over the harsh Scioto course, with its clods like stones, no use, the 294 that...
...weeks ago in Germany King C. Gillette (U. S. safety razors and blades) paid double price for stock of two German blade-makers whose sales have cut enormously into his foreign markets. He thought he had control. Last week up spoke the Rothschilds, bankers. They had financed these manufacturers and still own 53% of the stock. The next stockholders' meeting will decide the conflict...