Word: coatings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...crunched and pummeled. Knives flashed. Fire engines clattered up. Hose lines were connected. The mob was washed away. Behind it was left trampled Sol Jagoda with a broken back, trampled William Lux with a fractured skull, many hats, fragments of clothes, splatters of blood. Inspector Matowitz had had his coat tails torn off. Three policemen were hurt, eight mobsters arrested...
...class of people. They don't realize that boxing makes good men out of a lot of disreputables. Take Jack Dempsey for example. He was once a hobo on a freight train, but look at him now. He's well off, moves in decent company, wears a dinner coat four or five times a week and likes it. That is what boxing did for him, just as it has done for Tunney, Sharkey, and countless other capable young fellows...
...letter in the Record, he was indignant. He arose on the Senate floor to exclaim that what Senator Heflin had written was grossly offensive to the State of New York and its public officials and should, therefore, under the Senate rules, be expunged from the Record. Senator Heflin, his coat tails flapping, objected vigorously, demanded an investigation of the facts, and, furthermore, warned Senator Copeland that he might be lynched if he ever went South on a Presidential campaign. In his best mimic manner the Alabaman visualized the scene...
Whenever a man high in Fascist favor dies, the procedure of His Excellency Benito Mussolini is the same. Dressed in braided morning coat and black silk Fascist shirt, he marches into the presence of the dead, stands stone still at Fascist salute for two full minutes, then turns on his heel, departs. His Excellency behaved thus a little over a year ago on the death of Marshal Luigi Cadorna, Italy's Wartime Commander-in-Chief, disastrously defeated at the battle of Caporetto (1917). Last week he gave his mortuary salute again at the bier of Minister of Public Works...
...that is left to those who scorn the battle of the books is the "paradise of the shirker and the drifter". An examination, of this paradise would be interesting. To the casual observer it might well be summarized by a rough sketch depicting Don Juan in a raccoon skin coat walking celestial streets of gold. However, to one conversant with undergraduate life such a mythical place would probably contain many of the subtleties that make a college training valuable: the whimsical breaking of windows, theatres, conversation, and other things of which, it is rumored, even the studious French...