Word: fisted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...America does not fear us; America knows there is no possibility of war with Great Britain?then why does Washington insist on limiting our navy below the strength the Admiralty states we require? . . . [Referring to a point in the U. S. proposal, and banging his fist on the table] This is perfect nonsense!" Immediately Mr. Gibson demanded a retraction which Viscount Cecil made...
Into Wiseman, above the Arctic Circle in Alaska, where men had always hitherto settled their disputes with fist, rifle or pickax, Justice descended last week from the skies. It had come by airplane from Fairbanks - District Judge Cecil H. Clegg, accompanied by a prosecuting attorney, U. S. marshal and court stenographer. The Court also brought melons, cherries and many another pleasing novelty to Wiseman. Before returning to Fairbanks (in central Alaska on the Tanana river), the Court was to hop to Ruby, covering 1,600 miles...
James Joseph Tunney, champion fisticuffer, reading the newspapers last week, came upon a great mockery. A Tunney, his second cousin William, had been beaten insensible in a fair Manhattan fist fight. William Tunney had squared off at Policeman Paul Smith; Officer Smith had hit William, once...
President James Augustine Farrell of U. S. Steel Corp., six feet tall, towering and blocky as a full-rigged schooner, took a gavel in his great fist last week. He thwacked the speaker's table smartly and the 14th yearly convention of the National Foreign Trade Council went into three-day convention at Detroit. Mr. Farrell organized the Council in 1914 and has always been its chairman. When he rapped for order, he got it. Nor did many of the 2,000 manufacturers, merchants, shippers, railroaders, steamship men, importers and exporters who went to Detroit last week stray across...
...moment of silence--then the crowd realized what this misshapen form had done. The fist marshall of the class jumped forward, Come on now, fellows, a long cheer for Hollisheimer...