Word: crashing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...automobile and went for hunt the big bull moose. Returning home from a night call he saw a moose cross his lawn and start up the village street. Dr. Beauchamp stepped on the gas, gave chase. When the moose turned up a blind street, he was able to crash it with his car against a brick wall, the animal's legs getting caught under the wheels...
...sale of securities to securities and subsidiary companies, although not a cent of real income came into the system. This game can be kept up only by the sale of more securities to the public. As soon as the public becomes disinclined to buy any more paper the crash is only a matter of time...
Chicago had torn Col. Ruppert's heartstrings with four runs in the first inning off young pitcher Johnny Allen. After that the rumble and crash of Yankee bats made 17 hits, discouraged four Chicago pitchers. In the first, the side-whiskered Bush was knocked out of the box; in the third. Lazzeri smashed a homerun over the right field bleacher screen scoring two runs; in the sixth. Gehrig singled for two runs; in the seventh five hits made four more runs; and in the ninth, when the Yankees were four runs ahead, they made four more, two on Lazzeri...
...crash of the Insull empire has given excellent point to the truth of what I have been arguing. The great Insull monstrosity' had distributed securities among hundreds of thousands of investors. ... It was an important factor in the lives of millions of people. The name was magic. . . . The investing public did not realize that there had been arbitrary write-ups of assets, inflation of vast capital accounts . . . that excessive prices had been paid for property acquired . . . that payments of dividends had been made out of capital . . . that some subsidiaries had been milked to keep alive weaker sisters in the chain...
Last night, as the Vagabond slowly climbed to his dusty sanctum beneath the moldy crags of Memorial Hall, the world was good, and his heart was warm. The crash of heavy trunks reverberates slowly through sacred elms, and the last empty truck rattles futile chains as it whisks into the night; the faint whispering echos of listless leather on cold marble pass into infinity, and friendly beacons twinkle from the yard. Freshmen are a strange race characterized by anxiety, pennants, mothers, and rubbers; but they are dear to the Vagabond. The old fellow envies their careless confusion, he,--ah, there...