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...mighty dead, Minister of Agriculture Professor Madgearu spoke ill last week to the Rumanian Chamber of Deputies. An uproar and several fist fights started, forcing suspension of the session...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RUMANIA: Caviar to the Bratianus | 1/12/1931 | See Source »

...When he was Papal Nuncio in Poland (sent by his predecessor Benedict XV) he made a crony of Josef Pilsudski. a man who craves companionship. Marshal (later dictator) Pilsudski, a stalwart, used to be able to bend silver rubles with his mighty fingers, to crack nuts in his hairy fist Nuncio Ratti could not duplicate those feats. His hands were, and are, a scholar's soft ones. ' Joint diversion of the Marshal and the Nuncio was chess, at which both are adept. The bold Pole favored vigorous attack. The astute Italian shifted his play between defense and attack...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Souls, States & Helicopters | 12/29/1930 | See Source »

Texas has Strap Buckner, who found nobody could stand up to his fist. He enjoyed knocking people down, finally got a bit beyond himself and took on the Devil. After that encounter all he could say was: "Skin for skin, skin for skin...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: U. S. Giants | 11/3/1930 | See Source »

...Haskell ran into my hand and broke my wrist. His eye hit my fist." Thus last week deposed Showman Arthur Hammerstein concerning a brawl involving himself, Jack Haskell, dancemas-ter for Hammerstein's recent Manhattan musicomedy Luana, and Harold Rand, a chorusman (TIME, Aug. 11). All charges were dismissed. The three grinned, posed amiably for photographers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: Oct. 20, 1930 | 10/20/1930 | See Source »

Charles E. Belt, clerk, was the first man to respond. He leaped to the door. When he couldn't open it, he smashed his fist through the glass. He gasped at what he saw through the tinkling gash. Almost against the door lay the president, bloody, limp, dead. In a corner the vice president was clutching his side, moaning as in an agonizing contortion as he attempted to rise to his feet. The heavy rug was crumpled, a chair was overturned, bullets had ripped the mahogany desk...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business: The Railroad Game | 10/6/1930 | See Source »

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