Word: demoniacally
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Army's demoniac tackling, fierce line-bucking, and the running passes of Jack Buckler were far too much for Harvard. Four Army parades of 40 to 62 yd. each led across Harvard's goal...
...less pleasant caverns of Hall there is a band of the more demoniac fallen angels preparing an appropriate punishment for a group of mortal sinners. The cohorts of Satan are underlining the vacuous and unimportant passages of a public collection of fine books, and adding in the margins a gloss of irrelevant comments to each passage. The sinners will when their time comes, be required to read the books, following the thought despite the defacement. This done, each sinner will be forced to eat the books, and the lead from the pencil marks will be rendered out of them...
...with violence but without bad temper. Consequently his forceful delineations of character carry weight even when they are brutally offensive. Jo Boshere will leave few readers without some fellow-feeling. Hecht's dialog is nearer real life than most authors dare go. Ben Hecht was a small, dark, demoniac member of the Chicago literary circle that gave the U. S. such figures as Sherwood Anderson, Theodore Dreiser, Carl Sandburg. Big-eyed, thick-lipped, baldish, he looks Mediterranean rather than Jewish. With Charles MacArthur (husband of Actress Helen Hayes) he wrote the Broadway smash-hit The Front Page; with...
Enthusiastic if undistinguished drawings caricatured Donor Harkness on the back stoop eagerly picking up the News and the morning milk to see how his program was being received; shadowy, demoniac, pedagogs were pictured pouring down a horrid sworl of dicta and mandates upon a helpless undergraduate; the Corporation (board of Trustees) was seen servilely waiting upon the Harkness pleasure...
...persons who did not like his treatment of news. He always wrote an account of such matters in the Herald. An example: "As I was leisurely pursuing my business, yesterday, in Wall Street . . . James Watson Webb came up to me . . . commenced fighting with a species of brutal and demoniac desperation characteristic of a fury. My damage is a scratch, about three quarters of an inch in length, on the third finger of the left hand . . . and three buttons torn from my vest, which any tailor will reinstate for a sixpence. His loss is a rent from top to bottom...