Word: drew
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Agent Baker stepped up, drew his gun and ordered Alfred Power to put up his hands. Blam! A bullet struck Agent Baker in the back, he spun around to face the bandit's unnoticed companion, Robert Suhay, began to fire. Another bullet struck him in the chest, two in the legs. He crumpled. An innocent bystander, hit in the foot, flopped under a writing table beside a scared little Negro woman. Twenty rounds were exchanged before the two bandits fled, vanished...
...marked, but flunkers found theirs in a jar from which came the rotten-egg stench of hydrogen sulphide. The papers of even more hopeless dummies Professor Madigan had permeated with butyric acid, for a smell worse than Limburger cheese. Able students were odoriferously rewarded. The jar from which they drew their papers had been fragrantly scented with attar of roses...
...rolled three military trucks from which came limping six woebegone prisoners dressed in cotton shifts, each tagged with his name for all to see. Their arms bound, the prisoners were forced to kneel in a row before a wall. Calmly their military escorts strolled over to them, drew pistols, plunked a bullet through the head of each at 15-sec. intervals. As each shot buried itself in the victim's brain a body slumped forward, inert. Only one prisoner required two bullets...
...Paddy, out for a walk while his wife prepared their late supper. Mrs. Conroy was tired, too. When her husband got back with the dog they passed a few sharp words. Suddenly Paddy, who had been trained to protect his mistress, began to growl at his master. Policeman Conroy drew his revolver, waved it admonishingly. The big police dog did what his master had taught him always to do when he saw an armed man. He catapulted with all four feet against the policeman's chest and belly. Down in a heap went man and dog. Bang went...
...Finally, the golf and tennis and the white sails and blue water and salt spray flying had such an allure that we almost didn't come home at all. And when we did arrive in Cambridge weeks late, the Dean's office was nasty,--very nasty indeed. University Hall drew itself up and puffed in indignation to think that anyone could have a good time. We've dared not risk it since...