Word: bunched
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...House Mr. Barnes and William Butterworth, president of the U. S. Chamber of Commerce, were flayed for "misuse of power." Exclaimed Representative Garber of Oklahoma: "What does this episodical news reel disclose? Little men rattling around in big places. . . . A bunch of swaggering bullies making a noise without sufficient information...
...minutes one half cupful each of water, sugar and thin shavings from the rind of one orange. Cool and strain. Add the juice of four limes or one-fourth cupful of bottled lime juice. Dilute with one pint of iced plain or charged water." Mint Julep-"Five lemons, one bunch fresh mint, one and one-half cups of sugar, one-half cup water, three bottles of ginger ale. Combine ingredients except ginger ale and let stand one half hour: add ginger ale and pour over ice; serve in small glasses...
Cause of United Fruit Co.'s drastic threats was Costa Rica's new law placing a tax of 3% a bunch upon bananas, second only to coffee in Costa Rican economics. Angry, the U. F. C. declared it would be cheaper to open new plantations in other countries, showed its annoyance by stopping new planting in Costa Rica, refusing to renew contracts with independent growers. United Fruit Co. trade is essential to Costa Rica. Last year Costa Rica's revenues came to $33,318,699, those of the fruit company to $20,606,393. Observers last week believed...
...have been plenty full of all kinds of excitement. They never really got me but they've come pretty close sometimes. Look at that. See right along the middle of that finger where that scar is. I got that one night out on the road. Yeah a bunch of 'feds' were chasing me and one of them took a shot. It broke the windshield of my car and grazed my fingers, but I got away all right. Guess I was just more of a fool on the sharp corners than they were...
Today's game is really what I am here to tell you about, and believe me it is no easy job. As a matter of fact I might say that after my national success of last week on a bunch of games which almost any palooka who wasn't a sports writer could have predicted, I stand in a rather precarious position: It's not that I don't know what will happen; it's simply that I hate to dish old friends like Arnie Horween and Mal Stevens. Now these--two boys seem to think that if I would...