Word: chest
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...reporter named Joseph Denove. After the garrulous black "God" had been at it for two hours, and showed no sign of concluding although it was 3 a. m., even Harry Greene grew bored watching. They approached the platform, where Comora in legal fashion smartly tapped Father Divine on the chest with the summons. According to the process server, Father Divine shouted "Ugh!" or "a sort of a yell," and the assembly room became uproar...
...powerful shoulders, was asked to confess first. He gibbered that he was innocent. A mobster stepped forward with a plumber's blow torch, lighted it. Another ripped McDaniels' shirt off. Again he refused to confess. Then the blue-white flame of the torch stabbed into his black chest. He screamed with agony. The torch was withdrawn. He reiterated his innocence. Again the torch was turned on him and the smell of burned flesh floated through the woods. Again he screamed, and when it was withdrawn this time he was ready to confess. He was with Townes, he sobbed...
Agent Baker stepped up, drew his gun and ordered Alfred Power to put up his hands. Blam! A bullet struck Agent Baker in the back, he spun around to face the bandit's unnoticed companion, Robert Suhay, began to fire. Another bullet struck him in the chest, two in the legs. He crumpled. An innocent bystander, hit in the foot, flopped under a writing table beside a scared little Negro woman. Twenty rounds were exchanged before the two bandits fled, vanished...
...Connellsville, Pa., State Police discovered that John Lindley Collins, 39, had stumbled into a sunken grave, smothered to death when he grabbed a 300-lb. tombstone which toppled on to his chest...
...badly torn. He also wore heavy black-horn rimmed glasses which were protected by a little wire and leather mask. He ran up and down the floor working his legs like pistons, with his hands stiffly beating the air at his sides. He carried his head high and his chest was puffed out so that he looked like nothing more than a cocky Mickey Mouse. Or I could have imagined him as Fanny Brice burlesquing the dance of the Dying Swan...