Word: cigaret
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...thin dyspeptic Londoner. One evening he and his wife attended a neighborhood cinema. As he took his seat, his foul breath caused others to jerk their heads away. He pretended not to notice, put a cigaret between his lips. Just as he brought the lighted match, carefully cupped in his hands, up to the cigaret, he emitted a mighty belch. There was a sudden flash of flame, a rumbling "poom," a smell of singed hair. The cigaret was projected by the explosion over three rows of seats. "In pain and confusion," declared the Lancet, British medical weekly, in reporting...
...political boss (George Barbier), searching for a dummy candidate to run for mayor on a reform ticket. It seems to Boss Mayo and his cronies that Ezekiel Cobb is naïve enough for their purposes. When they nominate him, he wanders into a night club with a cigaret-counter girl (Una Merkel), attracts constituents, first by frolicking with chorus girls, then by defending a newsboy who has been mistreated by his rival candidate (Alan Dinehart...
...Ezekiel Cobb decides to use brusque methods. He rounds up every malefactor in Stockport, locks them in a cellar, threatens to have them all beheaded with a sword, which he sharpens before their eyes. After they have confessed their misdeeds, mild-mannered Ezekiel lets them go. He decides the cigaret girl will make a satisfactory wife and that he does not need to go back to China. Says he: "Why should the meadow lark carry food to the sea-gull's children when her own young are famished?-Ezekiel Cobb...
...last week's breakfast "Dr." Smith, a slick-scalped man who wears gold-rimmed glasses and winged collars, caressed the skull of his deceased patient, placed a cigaret between its spring-hung jaws, clacked its bare hands upon the table. In final flourish the nine naprapaths signed a scroll listing themselves as members of a Post-Mortem Club and willing their bones thereto. A notary public authenticated the- document for what it was worth...
...coach and ending by being driven in his own car, last autumn Author Priestley fetched a wide circuit through industrial England, busily noting what he saw and felt. At Southampton the great liners made him proud but a talk with a steward made him wonder. The Wills Gold Flake (cigaret) factory at Bristol pleased him. But the suburbs of Birmingham he found "beastly," and the benevolent despotism of Cadbury's cocoa factory at Bournville depressed him. Cutting through the Cotswold Hills he came on Chipping Campden, medieval wool trade centre, now a carefully preserved Arcadia, and Broadway, whose fame...