Word: furious
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Came news from Moscow last week that the Dictator was furious at his War Chief's untimely curiosity, had "warned" him by cashiering his right-hand man, Under-Commissar of War Yosiph Unshlikht, who was then transferred to a seat on the Soviet Economic Council. If the Commissar of War wants to keep his own job. correspondents averred, he must curb his curiosity...
...Paris, however, the Chambruns were furious. They are blood descendants of the great La Fayette, direct offspring of his daughter Virginie (he named his youngest son after an old comrade in arms "Georges Washington Metier de La Fayette"). On the contrary, not a single drop of ancestor La Fayette's blood flows in the veins of the Dampierres. They are collateral descendants of the marquis through one of his four sisters-in-law. That "such descendants" should be sent over on the Lafayette, the Chambruns thought outrageous! Happily U. S. citizens know little, care less about exquisite ripples of this...
...altars, Allah ruled, were not the least. . . . Oboe outbursts blatted blithely, beating drums too, bellowed near. Bedizened elephants and camels, caused a ringing round of cheer. This was time for fun and feasting, flout all thought of foolish fear. But a monarch of the forest flung his head in furious rage, Naught he cared for sovereign sahib, sought some foe now to engage; While the crowd in panic parted, perilled pundits sought a sage. . . . Through the throng just then there thundered, Than upon his tawny steed. Here the crowd went wild with clamor, dauntless courage met their need; Cameleer charging...
Left alone on a shattered ticket. Senator Grundy was furious. At first he thought of quitting also. His pride was pricked. He could imagine the yelps of delight that would go up from low-tariff States if he eliminated himself. He decided to make the race, come what might...
...coming off the ropes as a trapshooter catches a clay pigeon; he reached down, took hold of the rope, pulled this way and that for quick turns; he pressed both gloves against his own stomach like a waiter making a bow, then flashed them up in furious rataplans to Black Bill's stomach and head. He won the championship. The crowd that cheered the decision went out comparing him to famed tiny fighters of the past-Midget Smith, Abe Attell, little Jack Sharkey-saying that once more the flyweight division was established as something...