Word: cannoneering
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...building and some surrounding gardens. When Dahomey won its independence from France last year, it asked Portugal to turn the tiny enclave into an embassy or consulate. Lisbon bluntly refused, and continued to administer Fort St. John as a full-fledged colony, defended by a pair of ancient brass cannon and garrisoned by a commandant and one assistant. The Dahomeyans finally told the Portuguese to get out by July 31. On the day of the deadline, the two-man garrison set fire to Fort St. John and the residency and departed, suitcases in hand, as Dahomeyan firemen raced...
...Grant. There too was doddering old Nestor, also wearing the blue, with binoculars around his neck. Menelaus wore pince-nez, and they all used the spittoon and the likker jug. The Trojan War had turned into the U.S. Civil War, and before the play was over, muskets banged, cannon boomed, and that old states-righter, Hector, lost his bridgework to six Greco-Yankee bayonets...
...Basel University's professor Karl Earth, at 74 the Grand Panjandrum of Protestant theologians, whose multivolume work-in-progress, Kirchliche Dogmatik, may well ride out the centuries as a theological landmark, whose post-World War I sermons on Paul's letters to the Romans lit a cannon cracker under Europe's bourgeoisie, whose resounding no to Hitler stiffened intellectual resistance to Naziism, and whose casual shoulder shrug to Communism in recent years has stiffened Western resistance to Barth...
Obviously this is not the Mucky Spleen (Pogo's phrase for him) of old. The hero -not Mike Hammer but a creep named "Deep" for short and "Old Deep the Cannon Boy" for long-is splattering a man. Hammer seldom bothered with anything so tame; he ka-powed naked blondes in the stomach with his blue-glinting .45. Such parlor pleasantries accounted for the sale of 32 million paperback copies of Spillane's seven previous titles. The new boy, a hardrock who shows up to take over his neighborhood gang after 25 years of mysterious absence, will never...
Seldom if ever had a new state come into being with less enthusiasm or more foreboding. As Republic Day began, cold, drenching rain poured down on Pretoria's windswept streets, reducing the joyous church bells to sodden thumps and the cannon booms to distant plops. A quarter of a million people had been expected to jam the city for the big celebration, but only 25.000 showed up in time for the speeches. Braving the elements. 6-ft. 7-in. Charles ("Blackie") Swart stepped forward solemnly to take the oath as the nation's first President...