Word: blowed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Story. As Tristram Wing passed the vicarage window he was distinctly nauseated. Mrs. Orpin and the two females he could hear buzzing with her were like three fat blow-flies scavenging in the middle of a road. Their morsel was the subject of the Rev. Mr. Orpin's note, which Wing had come to answer. It was his wife, Brenda, upon one of whose actions a skulking poacher had chanced to spy. During the interview, Wing mentioned his nausea and damned the whole gabbling village...
...Atlantis* is returning. ... As the result of recent seismic disturbances in the Pacific [Japan, Santa Barbara], a new plateau is protruding upwards from the bowels of the earth on the opposite side of the globe. . . . Without striking a blow, France will have another province, New Gascony...
...have determined that the $100 minimum wage, even with the large crews which we carry, leaves us a substantial profit, and all talk that this is a blow to the American merchant marine or other shippers is bunk. The big shipping companies do not pay decent wages merely because they do not have to. They are interested in keeping their men away from conditions in which they might enjoy the advantages that good wages bring. They want their sailors to remain in ignorance of the better things in life in order that there will be no demand for better wages...
...Japanese should continue to voice our sorrow over this unnecessary blow to the nation's prestige, but refrain from heated action, as this would only make America more obdurate and defeat our purpose...
...Slattery seemed puzzled. In the second round, there was another flurry from Shade. Slattery was obviously taking his time to get the range. In the third round, Shade crouched lower. He came out of his corner almost on his belly. From this position he started a blow which began in the resin of the floor, described a long overhand arc, terminated on the jaw of James Slattery. Down he went, his faun smile gone, struggled up again, went down again, struggled up again, dropped again. Out of his corner flew a great white towel...