Word: blowed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Mustard in the Monastery. This month, in Moscow on an inspection visit and accredited as usual as a diplomatic "third secretary," Schwirkmann with four embassy friends decided to attend Sunday services at Zagorsk, the medieval Russian Orthodox monastery 42 miles from the capital. During the service Schwirkmann felt a blow on his left thigh, thought he had merely brushed against someone in the temple gloom, but then discovered a soaked spot on his left trouser leg. Afterward a bearded "guide," who introduced himself as an Orthodox seminarian, offered insistently to escort the party on a thorough tour of Zagorsk...
Cupped Chin. The next blow fell at the home of a near neighbor of the Prime Minister-India's Solicitor General Hem Nath Sanyal. Late one night four men broke into Sanyal's bungalow and choked him to death with a dhoti, or loincloth. Since Sanyal had been pressing corruption charges against several ministers of Orissa state, members of Parliament cried that his murder must be connected with the investigation-though Delhi's police insisted it was only a robbery attempt...
...outsider might have been forgiven for thinking that the sudden spate of problems constituted a severe blow to the new Prime Minister's prestige and a considerable test of his strength. They did, up to a point. But Shastri took the attacks with bland equanimity, explaining that there was no point in getting overexcited-or even in shouting back at his foes. "Democracy would break down if we started shouting from the benches," he shrugged...
...holding a knife. "I'm a police lieutenant," said Thomas R. Gilligan. "Come out and drop it." James Powell, 15, kept the knife chest-high, lunged at Gilligan. The policeman fired a warning shot to the left, into the building. Powell swung the knife. Gilligan blocked the blow with his right hand, but the blade scraped his arm. Powell slashed out again, and Gilligan fired at his raised hand. The bullet went through Powell's arm just above the wrist, lodged in his chest. Powell lunged again, still stabbing with the knife. Gilligan stepped back, fired into Powell...
...R.P.M. Meg is a blow-up of a caricature, a manic Yiddisher Momma. Her every 25? tip is accompanied by loud self-congratulation, her compulsive camaraderie is lavished on clerks and big shots alike, her flattery is as subtle as an uppercut. Mama's venom kills, but not so swiftly as her hot, Oedipal affection. "Come," she wheedles Joseph. "I just made a lap. Come over here fast and I'll be your social life...