Word: facings
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...April day in 1898, with the U. S. hurrying inevitably toward war with Spain, two soldiers sat lunching in Washington's Army & Navy Club. The older, serious-faced, put a question. The younger made a laughing reply. Serious-Face spoke again. Smiling-Face stopped smiling. In a moment both heads were bent together in low-toned, tense conversation...
There had been a parade of wounded veterans in protest against debt ratification. The police had tried to stop the parade. In the Chamber, Deputy Maurice Dormann, representing the veterans, rose to make Minister of the Interior André Tardieu admit that during the parade, the bland face of Prefect of Police Jean Chiappe had been twice slapped by an outraged woman. Minister Tardieu assured the honorable deputy that the face of M. Chiappe had not so been slapped. Veteran Dormann declared he had seen it with his own eyes. He suddenly shouted: "As a Deputy, as a war veteran...
...minutes the face of M. Chiappe threatened to upset the government of France. Prime Minister Poincaré and Minister Tardieu pleaded anxiously with Deputy Dormann, pointed to the gleeful faces of the Opposition, told M. Dormann that he was being used as a parliamentary tool to overturn the government by creatures afraid to attack the government directly on the score of debt ratification. Deputy Dormann hesitated, cooled off, let the "crisis" pass...
...question was and is: who can be, who should be, acknowledged World's Champion to fill the niche whence James Joseph Tunney stepped into the Social Register? The hope was that Herr Schmeling, who is quite as genteel as Mr. Tunney but whose fighting face and style sharply recall tigerish onetime Champion Jack Dempsey, would prove himself eligible...
Herr Schmeling was being cautious. His opponent's long left arm was flying over-head very frequently. Senor Uzcudun was clumsy. His nose is so flattened on his face that a punch on it makes him snort for breath like a prize hog. It seemed best to him to cross his big bony arms in front of his face to protect it from Schmeling's choppy thrusts, to bend over forward and try to butt Schmeling around to where he could be hit by a wild-swinging attack. After he found the range, Uzcudun thrashed often and heavily into Schmeling...