Word: fisted
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...little respect. . . ." "Horsefeathers!" Flushed with exasperation, Mayor Mc-Nair cried: "If you weren't so fooled and befuddled by a lot of Russian Communists you'd-" By this time the disorder was so great that the Mayor, shielded by two plainclothesmen, was forced to retreat through the fist-shaking, shrieking crowd to the street. There he told his secretary: "A few more talks like that and we'd wipe out these Communists." Pittsburghers gloomily shook their heads. A born windmill tilter, William McNair punctuated 30 unprosperous years at the bar with a monotonous series of espousals...
...Spartan diet made his muscles swell with awesome health when he clambered into his corner of the ring at the Madison Square Garden bowl in Long Island City. When the bell rang for the first round, he lumbered earnestly out of his corner and pushed his left fist inquisitively into Baer's grinning face...
With the sleek, prancing mien of a political Douglas Fairbanks, the No. i British Fascist, Sir Oswald Ernald Mosley, put on a one-man show before 15.000 Londoners last week which ended in a hundred fist fights, scores of hair pullings and some bloody work with razors. Sir Oswald drew no blood but a good many shrugs by his feat seven weeks ago of filling Albert Hall with 10,000 London ers whose applause of his hour and a half speech left the nation cold. Only the Communists seemed to take Sir Oswald seriously. They turned out last week...
Without waiting to hear what else the little man in black might have to say, Reds started 20 fist fights in 20 different parts of Olympia. These were broken up by Fascist "flying squads" who squelched male hecklers but stood back before women disturbers until female Fascist squelchers could rush in. As they dug in with finger nails and hair pulling, ladies in the audience paled, tugged at their escort's arms, insisted on being taken home. Suddenly from the steel rafters of Olympia, more than 50 feet above Sir Oswald, daring antiFascists set up a jeering...
Holding a vast fountain pen in his flabby old fist, President von Hindenburg, as a last duty before leaving for his summer home in East Prussia, had just signed eight commandments or precepts, a military code which Reichswehr Minister Werner von Blomberg promptly ordered every German soldier to memorize. The new commandments supersede the military code of May 9, 1930. There are notable changes. The soldiers' code now has no reference either to the constitution or the German Republic. Omitted is the formal prohibition against soldiers' playing an active part in politics. The old democratic right of German...