Word: bombs
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...entrance of the Canal had maneuvered the two opposing fleets, the attacking Blacks, 99 ships strong, and the defending Blues, with 75 ships. From Hampton Roads was steaming a theoretical supporting fleet ready to go through the Canal to the aid of the Blues. The issue: Could the Blacks bomb the Canal's locks, thus closing navigation before the reinforcements could arrive...
...forced out of business. This cleaner, one Morris Becker, opened up again with a new partner. The partner was famed Alphonse ("Scarface Al") Capone, expert in bootlegging and other rackets. Partner Capone has many good friends in Cicero, lawless Chicago suburb; no one was going to beat him, to bomb his place of business. The association did, however, try peaceful measures, inaugurated a price-cutting war which is still going...
Down from the snowy Andes to Buenos Aires rumbled a five-car train full of fully-armed Argentine soldiers. Behind, in a longer train, came the President-Elect of the U.S. If he gave thought to the soldiers ahead or to the "radical" bomb-plotters who had necessitated their presence, he did not show it. He gazed with placid satisfaction out of his car window at the Argentine's horizon-filling wheat ranches and pampas, at her myriad herds of kine and mutton...
Goaded by this blasphemy beyond endurance, a local Frankfurt clergyman leaped up from his balcony seat signaled to the gallery. There parishioners and sympathizers sat in cheapest seats with stench and tear bombs ready. At the signal they let fly, aiming not at the players but at the patently godless Frankfurters who sat in orchestra stalls. Ladies in sparkling décolleté who had never smelt anything worse than an onion, found their gowns and hair suddenly reeking with a liquid that stank like putrid eggs. Gentlemen in evening dress who had never wept, shed rivulets as tear bombs...
...William Boyd) wins the gang-leader's girl (Jacqueline Logan), this time in a disconnected picture released perhaps too late, perhaps still soon enough to share the harvest reaped for producers by every bomb, dick, and scarey...