Word: chins
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...short, white-haired Secretary Frank Billings Kellogg to his right side. In the end chair on that side, well-built, well-dressed, young-looking Secretary of War Davis sat. Secretary Andrew William Mellon (Treasury), got the chair on the President's immediate left, of course. He kept his chin up, with his lean, close-cropped, snowy head cocked alertly until the camera clicked. Attorney General John Garibaldi Sargent, physically the biggest Cabinet man, betrayed camera-shyness in his expressions of head, face, hands (one holding a cigar) and crossed legs. Postmaster General Harry Stewart New took his seat...
...tall, old doctor stops at a patient slumped in a wheel chair. He lifts the patient's dull face by the chin and turns to the visitors. The loose ends of his black string tie, which he always wears in a bow, flop about as he explains the case. "This man," he says in effect, "is in the early stages of paresis.* The paralysis has not advanced hopelessly. By injecting into his blood the germs of malaria or serum from the blood of people sick with malaria, we will stop the spread of the syphilis. The malaria toxins...
...being photographed with him, the Mayor was permitted to leave the presence of Il Duce, there was an immediate outburst of enthusiasm. Said he: ". . . What a wonderful man . . . immense ... I don't know whether he wore a cutaway or riding breeches. ... I only noticed his attraction from the chin up... a man of superior attainments. . . . While we were together there was no minority, only unanimity." ¶After a luncheon given for him by Prince Potenziani, Mayor Walker made a speech which he began with witticism that had served him so well in Venice (see above). His words were: "This...
...money took a series of stiff jolts on the chin, and when it was finally counted out there was nothing left. Broke, Britton returned to New York, obtained a boxing license, trained...
...Brent), and his regenerate drunkard protege, Rolls Royce (Clive Brook), had been the means of double-crossing him into the cuffs of the police? One hour before "burning" time, he breaks jail to settle this doubt, discovers that, although his thuglings have fallen in love right under his bristly chin, they have been loyal to him. Apparently all that really matters to Big Bull is his faith in his fellowmen, for he ambles back to the death cell, at peace with the world...