Word: fisted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...kidnapped. Searching for a short cut to town, he wandered into a swamp, was bitten by a deadly stingray; into a smugglers' camp, was befriended ; into a native train guard, was jailed, far inland. He escaped from jail, hatless, bootless, penniless; cleaned up a barroom with his good right fist (the jacket design), set out to walk to Los Agostino, 110 miles away across the Sierras, to get news of his ship, of his lady. Fierce and famishing he s journed to the wilderness. Over the hazardous ice-fields of the Sierras, where only a single man in 100 years...
Hogg. CHARACTER: "I think it would be true to say that his intellect has a punch in it, but not his personality. It is the fist of Carpentier, but the soul of Joe Beckett. One feels that if his intellectual equipment had been at the disposal of any ambitious politician it could not have failed to make its mark, and perhaps a permanent mark, on contemporary politics. . . . He suggests in his appearance that he would like fighting and dislike dirt. There is something military in his carriage and something pugilistic in his precise and vigorous face. He is also...
...Calles, having eaten "busily of filet, partridge, salad and mousse," stood up to indicate the policy that his administration would follow. Enthusiastic applause greeted him. Standing with his back to the Stars and Stripes, his bulging shirtfront "full of chest," his chin sticking out "like a fist held in front of his face," the President-elect began : "Señores capitalistas," and continued in Spanish...
...heel comedian like Willie Collier, who stands in one spot and gets his effect, but an all-over-the-lot acrobatic performer like Douglas Fairbanks. He gets out on the floor and acts out his scenes, puts his hands on the arms of your chair, shakes his fist at an imaginary enemy, and sinks into exhausted laughter at the end of his own story. His best ones were about prohibition and the Ku Klux Klan...
...full downstairs. The mechanic on duty so informed the driver of the roadster, requested that he steer to the elevator for a ride to the second floor. Out leaped the 'driver. "I," said he, "am Georges Carpentier," bashed the mechanic's nose with his gorgeous right fist. With an untranslatable exclamation, the mechanic dove at his customer's knees, tackled, rolled the Orchid Man of France upon the greasy garage floor, pummelled, beat, ejected him. Next day Georges was not seen in public. A newspaper headlined: "GEORGES USED AS GARAGE...