Word: flings
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...annual meeting of the Army Ordnance Association-later learned that the total of 200 rounds fired had made only a score of shrapnel tears in the red cloth finger. Previously they had seen two four-gun, multiple-mounted .50 calibre Browning machine guns blow forth eight sulphur-colored blossoms, fling white-hot missiles at a similar aerial target to score 36 direct hits...
...week the Canadian Rockies around Banff, Alberta, rang with the slogan* of Scottish clans and the skirl of their bagpipes. Descendants of the early settlers from all over the Dominion gathered for their third annual Highland Gathering and Music Festival. They danced the sword dance, sailor hornpipe and Highland Fling. They contended in throwing the caber, putting the stone. But chiefly they piped the bagpipes, vying for 21 prizes...
Dances. The Highland Fling, the Irish Jig, Sailor's Hornpipe and the Sword Dance were among the dances. Dancers were judged for ease and grace, correct costume, expressive "hauling" and "heaving." The sword dancer, who dances over a naked sword crossing its sheath, must not touch either, but must dance fast, with abandon. Best-Dressed Highlander. He must own his clothes. His shoes must be low-cut brogues without buckles. The kilt must be made of his clan tartan, worn plain, no bows, no ribbons. The sporran (bag) must be of mottled leather or fur. If fur, the animal must...
...leading him 5-1. Suddenly, for a moment, returned the Tilden touch. His serves streaked into the court, changed direction when they struck, bounded far out of reach. His drives skimmed the net, his kills were invincible. But when the score was 5 to 5, Tilden's last fling was over. Valiantly he fought but Cochet took the next two games, the match...
Suddenly the noise ceases. We run out. The French storm-troops are 100 yards away. It is not against these men we fling our bombs. It is against Death, now visible, hunting us down. They keep coming, we fall back to our second line while our artillery mows them down. We want to rest but we are driven forward from behind: we counterattack. Beside me a lance-corporal has his head torn off. He runs a few steps more while the blood spouts from his neck like a fountain. I fall into an open belly. I see a man biting...