Word: clawful
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...islands, but most are on Komodo. Komodo is a volcanic island 22 mi. long and 12 mi. wide, covered with bleak, crumbling mountains, grassy plains, thick jungle. Besides dragon lizards it supports many a deer, boar, water buffalo, bird, snake, insect and a miserable Dutch penal colony. The lizards claw out great caves in the mountains, roam down to prey on deer, boar and smaller animals. They walk with bodies well off the ground, can run fast, swim, stand on their hind legs like dinosaurs. They are keen-eyed, keen-eared, highly emotional. Angered, they hiss like boilers. Frightened, they...
Scratching over the military expenditures section of France's new budget, editors of a political weekly called La Griffe (The Claw) thought they had uncovered another government scandal last week. The French air force of 2,286 effective planes is magnificently staffed with 23 generals, 38 colonels, 73 lieutenant-colonels. 238 battalion chiefs. Tucked in the budget are orders calling for the creation of 40 more battalion chiefs, setting aside 7,498,000 francs for "leave of absence expenses" for the 23 generals, raising the salary of each member of the Air Council 29,880 francs, and giving...
These protests were still ringing in the air when once again the Blue Eagle loosed a claw full of lightning bolts. They singed a Passaic, N. J. beautician; scorched the owner of the New Deal Cafe in Cincinnati; crackled around five other restaurateurs from Evanston, 111. to Austin, Tex. All were ordered to surrender their NRA insignia. But NRA announced that of 3.000.000 Blue Eagles issued, only 48 had so far been recalled...
...barbers, 35,000 city employes, 6,000 cinema workers led by Al Jolson, 5,000 oil workers led by Walter Teagle, metal workers, hatters, florists, waitresses, soda jerkers. Every guild, every trade and calling was on hand to honor the Blue Eagle. that hopeful bird with lightning in his claw...
...city fathers made the grievous social blunder of sending it to her as a souvenir. Last week a more tolerant sovereign was aboard the black steam yacht Victoria & Albert that slipped between green flats and gravel scarps up Southampton Water. It steamed past the claw, past the great moored ocean liners packed for the day with sightseers, past the Empress of Britain loaded with schoolchildren, past massed choirs singing "Rule Britannia." It sailed toward a great spur of dock enclosing a bay and 400 acres of reclaimed land. Here, on the spearhead of Southampton's $65,000,000 port...