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Chicken Grit. In Rochelle, Georgia, J. B. Standridge reported that his chickens had finally learned how to keep from being abducted by owls, who used to nudge them off their perches, then grab them on the wing. The chickens gritted their gums, held fast, let the owls nudge away till they gave...
Thrush and everyone else knew that the real issue was John L. Lewis, manipulator of the grab-bag District 50, which raids all kinds of unions, savage enemy of Franklin Roosevelt, contemptuous underminer of A.F. of L.'s wishy-washy president William Green ("I have explored the mind of William Green and I give you my word there is nothing there"). Lewis had made it clear that he expected the U.M.W. to be taken in "as is." This would give unlimited raiding opportunities to District 50 and set a precedent for readmitting other unions that have stretched their jurisdictions...
...line of facile patter Charlie clicks rabbits out of his green felt hat, has his gallery alternately rolling in the aisles and sitting on the edges of their seats. Typical crack out of his million-gag grab bag (after a difficult miss): "Gentlemen, you have just seen me tie the great Willie Hoppe. He can't make that shot either." Typical sample (named "Over the Top") from his 600 trick-shot repertoire: after making two cushions, the cue ball jumps up on the wooden rail, rolls along its full length, drops off to complete a perfect around-the-table...
...suffered a spine injury in an auto accident (1910), lay in a plaster cast for seven months. His first act after being discharged was to rush to his billiard rooms and grab a cue. He was as good as ever-but only for a few minutes at a time. He worked on fancy shots, mastered the mysteries of angles and ballspin, became the game's Fancy Dan, a combination cue-and-ivory Houdini and amiable Billy Sunday, who evangelized for the game...
...from its smug receptacle, clutch gleefully in both hands, and with a heinous whoop," or whatever other sound may best express your innermost emotions, smash one at a time against the book-piled desk at which you've sat so many hot nights. After this act of delicious reprisal, grab the nearest blunt weapon, and bludgeon to permanent silence the obstinate object of your electronic muddle...