Word: fired
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...self-loading infantry rifle perfected by General Thompson was last week awarded the British War Office prize of $15,000 and will now be tried generally throughout the British Army. A rifle for each soldier to carry, to fire aimed shots from the shoulder without pausing to reload, the Thompson self-loader differs from a machine gun in that the trigger is pulled for each shot instead of held down for a continuous stream of lead. Rid of the necessity for bolting a new cartridge into the firing chamber between shots, as in hand-loading rifles, a soldier...
...living image of Author Sinclair Lewis' fictional creature, The Man Who Knew Coolidge (TIME, April 23), were both unfair and inattentive. The Lewis creature's name was Lowell Schmaltz. The real Boston man to whom the above remarks were credited was Edward F. Horrigan, a Massachusetts fire investigator...
...dull evening for Fire Engine Company No. 9, one of those lazy April evenings in Washington when you can smell the park cherry blossoms all over town and a fireman's life is just one repression after another. The men of Number Nine sat in their chairs mooning, or wishing some one knew a funny story newer than the one about red suspenders. Nobody got excited when-Dang-galang! -an alarm came...
...startling, perhaps a rude question to fire at a lady as she entered a hall to conduct a political rally. But U. S. Representative Louis T. McFadden, of branch-banking law fame, saw fit to fire it at Mrs. Gifford Pinchot, who is contesting his seat in Pennsylvania's 14th District. The meeting was in Canton, Pa., Mr. McFadden's home town, last fortnight. The Cantonese are not very particular about liquor and smoking, even for women, but Mrs. Pinchot is running Dry, like her militant husband who used to govern Pennsylvania (1923-27). Mrs. Pinchot is running...
...place. Harvard might, indeed, merely sigh, or even yawn, if this were true, but, sadly enough for the erudite gentlemen who delight in classifying the University and all its contents with one clever phrase, not all the instinct of curiosity is purged by a dose of indifference. There are fire-engines and fireengines, but a whole laboratory class in Boylston will rush to the windows to watch one rush down Massachusetts Avenue (although some hint at ulterior motives for this interest). Airplanes are a commonplace; the single shells have been on the river for weeks; roadsters gleaming with nickel...