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...Moore, Major General Harry K. Pickett, Major General James B. Allison). Major Thomas D. Howie ("See you in St. Lô") went to the Citadel, and so did Korean Ace Captain Dolphin Overton. At the Citadel, a plebe is still a Doowillie, Dumbrod, Dumbsmack or Duwack; he must still "crawl" for an upperclassman. If a cadet asks, "What do plebes rank?", the Doowillie must reply: "Sir, the president's cat, the commandant's dog, the waitresses in the mess hall and all the colonels at Clemson [College...
...hazard's involved in goal post grappling are considerable from the student's point of view. The avid fan may finally crawl out of the fray tomorrow proudly displaying a toothpick-like object, only to discover that his wallet full of cash, dance tickets, and vital memorabilia has been filched...
...denuded of all land and power. Clemenceau, the Tiger, said coldly: "Be silent, Your Highness! Relieve Paris of your presence." The Allies handed the Sultan the Treaty of Sevres, which split Turkey six ways. The Greeks marched in to enforce the Diktat, and Kemal roared: "Turks! Will you crawl to these Greeks who were your slaves only yesterday?" He raised an army of peasants, veterans, criminals, patriots. Two years later, a few miles outside of Ankara, he gave the orders: "Soldiers, the Mediterranean is your goal," and drove the Greeks back into...
...Color. What no one will deny Kipling is his command of "color." "It made me crawl all up my backbone," says Sergeant Terence, recounting the welcome-home to Peshawar of returning troops, in Love-o'-Women-and so, too, does the reader's backbone crawl as the bagpipes scream in the dawn light and a cavalry band, "shinin' an' spic like angils," adds the rattle of its "silver kettle-dhrums" to the shrieks of the wives and the terrible notes of the Dead March, sounding gruesomely from a regiment whose colonel has been killed...
...left his hotel one morning last week, four gunmen jumped him, dragged him to the city's central square. There, before a crowd of horror-stricken townspeople, they pushed Gurgel against a wall, pistol-whipped him half-unconscious, then pumped twelve bullets into him as he tried to crawl away. Two men who tried to help him were wounded. After that, the murderers calmly pocketed their pistols and strolled away, while the bystanders cautiously moved in to pick up the dead man and his friends...