Word: crowbars
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...headquarters of the National Textile Workers Union, ceased abruptly early one morning last week when the snorers were nudged awake by revolvers in the hands of a band of masked men. Out into the street the sleepy strikers were marched to the tune of random shots. With crowbar and sledge hammer the invaders-several scores of them, it was too dark to count accurately-set about wrecking the flimsy frame building. Window glass crashed out upon the street and through the aperture went sailing the union's membership and financial records until the sidewalk was white with torn paper...
Recently the box came into the possession of the Psychical Research Society, a rather playful group of scientists including Sir Oliver Lodge. Respectful, they used no crowbar or ax. Resourceful, they peeked last week into the box with the aid of an Xray. Amused, they saw only the outlines of a horse pistol, dice box, skull, scissors, bead bag, pins, coins, rings, and what is believed to be the roll of a manuscript...
...morning last May in Joliet, Ill., seven convicts in the Stateville penitentiary (four of them were already murderers, one of them was only 19, three of them were Mexicans) talked feverishly together. Why not be free? Part of it was easy-they had a crowbar and several pairs of scissors. Deputy Warden Peter N. Klein resisted them. Convict Duchowski, who had killed a Chicago policeman, broke the Warden's skull with the crowbar; others stabbed him with their scissors. One thing remained. They must help Nathan F. Leopold Jr., the boy who killed for a thrill, escape with them...
Almost all men-from the strong boy who can bite pieces out of a crowbar, to the grubbiest, most dissipated little street sheik-believe that they secrete in their right arms a power that will maim and devastate. Some go through life without ever suffering a disillusion on this score; others have their prayer, "Just gimme a sock at 'em," gratified, but administer the sock only to find that it has small effect. It lands fearfully on the point of a jaw, and the recipient smiles and shakes his head as if a drop of water had landed...
...hands they held their noses. With right hands they struggled awkwardly to open a "mystery trunk, which stank in a manner to indicate that it might contain matter for the strong stomachs of yellow journalism. Then, with a final "Right." Detective De Lora whanged the trunk open with a crowbar. Out rolled several dozen heads of cabbage. The trunk, emptied, was held for its owner...