Word: brisket
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Representative Robert Fleming Rich, a good and kindly man, a Republican from Woolrich, Pa., needs only a plug hat to look like the drawings of Mr. Prohibition. Off the floor of the House, he is stuffed to the brisket with charity for one & all. On the floor, Mr. Rich is a terrible-tempered Mr. Bang. Each day he arrives for work in a state of condensed fury. Moment the House convenes and the prayer is over, Mr. Rich, bursting with wrath, demands the attention of the House, then explodes. His constant subject is the national debt, his constant refrain, "Where...
...Grand Opera, most heroes and heroines, ample of brisket and bosom, love and suffer loudly and straightforwardly. When the tenor and soprano get in one of their deplorable, inevitable fixes, they inevitably thrash their arms, square off at high Cs. Not so the hero and heroine of Pelleas et Mélisande, Achille-Claude Debussy's 40-year-old opera (his only completed one) based on the play by Maurice Maeterlinck. Laid in "an unknown land" in a vaguely medieval time, Pelleas is elusive, dreamy, half-said, half-unsaid. Of all her troubles, Mélisande never says anything...
...were pretty tough too, all except Thorlief Coalbiter. Thorlief let others go a-viking; he preferred to sit by the fire and figure things out. He figured to such good purpose that he continued to sit safe and prosperous at home while his kinsmen cleft each other to the brisket in various foreign parts. But his sons Skallagrim and Kol were chips of the older block. As long as they followed Thorlief's advice their forays were generally successful. But there came a day when his sons set out against his warning. The near-disastrous storm they ran into...
...Geraldine Rockefeller Dodge's Nancolleth Markable, a British-bred pointer with light orange markings, a blaze on his head, a strong back, a deep brisket, and what his admirers consider the finest legs and feet ever seen on a sporting...
...summer night last year, than did big black Harry Wills two months ago. Dempsey was mercifully swift with the coup de gráce. Weinert, less forceful but imaginatively brutal, subjected the glowering, laborious, fat-ridden Firpo to nearly an hour's torture. He hammered the Firpo brisket, he split the Firpo lips; he drew pants, heaves, quantities of gore. New Jersey does not permit decisions. None was needed...