Word: fingered
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...guns chattered. But the Fortress was clean away. Climbing to 5,000, she dropped her last bombs on a seaplane tender in the harbor's heart and streaked for home, while her crew made to one another the circle with thumb and third finger which means: "It's good...
Locust females of the three varieties found in Middle Afro-Asia lay several hundred eggs each (by backing into the ground) which grow in a few weeks to winged adults from inch-long size to finger-length miniature bombers, can cross oceans. Experience has shown locusts had best be destroyed in their youth before they gang up and get off the ground. So observers watch their breeding spots. Since last February R.A.F. pilots patrolling the Red Sea have watched for locust swarms as well as enemy aircraft. First step is to destroy the egg emplacements, then spread poison weak enough...
...score at the half read 26 to 9, and Penn's lead was too much a potent rally by the Harvard second team in the third quarter. A dislocated finger suffered by Captain Bunks Burditt after the first ten minutes of play damaged the Crimson cause right off the bat. However, Sophomore Dick Forster, playing in his home town, did a beautiful job of filling the high-scoring, captain's shoes...
Burditt got back into the game with his finger bandaged, but it hindered his shooting with his left hand from the pivot and the Penn captain, Chuck Viguens, bottled him up by playing him to the right. This left the brunt of the attack on Dean Hennessey, who scored nine points. Other leading scorers for Harvard were Dick Forster with six points, Hugh Hyde, and Mike Fausler, who made five each. The Harvard summary: G F P Hennessey, lf 4 1 9 Bixler, lf 1 0 2 Axon, lf 0 1 1 Dillon, rf 0 0 0 Burditt...
...shot back, silently. He shuffled from desk to desk, chilled as the dour, guarded faces nodded and smiled toothily. He started, then settled back sheepishly as a cold feminine hand clutched his. "All right now, this isn't going to hurt." She squeezed the blood from his finger onto the glass plate. He started. It was a dark, smooth red. Crimson in triumph flashing, Vag laughed to himself...