Word: chested
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Many an imperial legend clusters about her name. One is traced to American-girl-glorifier Ziegfeld. Then managing strong man Sandow's tour, he boldly invited Mrs. Palmer to the dressing-room. Pantie-clad, Sandow's bulging thews, barrel chest, excited her admiration. "What marvelous muscles!" Sandow tautened his biceps. "Feel them," he said. Mrs. Palmer did. Precedent was established. Thenceforward, claims Ziegfeld, thirty women appeared after each performance, prodded and pinched the chuckling Sandow...
...Shakespeare took the pass from center, juggled it a moment, and tossed to Roosevelt. A second to balance himself, and Roosevelt shot a pass on a bullet-like trajectory to Smithers, wing-footed Maroon end. As Smithers, four yards from a touchdown, felt the pigskin against his chest, the lithe form of Codfish Cabot, the doughty little Massachusetts quarterback, hit him amidships, and down he went. Roosevelt crashed the line, but Tiny Timm, giant guard, blocked his way. Again Roosevelt drove, and this time over the line...
...clothed, inspected as to teeth and hoofs exactly as a horse would be. He must stand at attention for all officers. Upper classmen are all Mr. So-and-so to him. He cannot speak to them without being spoken to, he pulls his chin back and elevates his chest by orders, and gradually it dawns on him that he is not appreciated. That the hero of Podunk is completely obscured at West Point! And in him, perhaps, is born the realization that he is important only as one of the Corps; that he must be a part of the team...
...Last week he quit a card game in Bath Beach, Brooklyn, at 4 A. M. He drove away in a glossy coupe. One half hour later the car was stopped, the motor running. Michael sprawled limply over the wheel. Three bullets were in his head, one in his chest. A shadowy figure walked off across a vacant lot, dropped an automatic pistol...
...arrival in the loud metropolis he slept in a flop house in company with other tramps; now, on the contrary, he has a fine house where there are eleven bedrooms and a Jane in every one. Richard Bennett plays Jarnegan with guttural roars, hob-nails, stubble-beard and a chest expansion. All this is profane and exciting...