Word: grips
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...front of the reserved seats at the circus ground, Governor Balzar's elephant suddenly turned upon the camel. The camel balked. Lieut. Governor Griswold lost his grip, pitched head-over-heels to the ground. The crowd cheered wildly. Declared Lieut. Governor Griswold as he brushed himself off: "I knew I should never have anything to do with a camel." (Nevada...
Colorado. The political grip of Senator Lawrence Cowle Phipps was broken when Republican voters defeated William Van Derveer Hodges, his candidate to succeed himself, and gave nomination to George Hamlin Shaw, Denver attorney. Onetime Treasurer of the Republican National Committee, Mr. Hodges had the support of the Anti-Saloon League. Nominee Shaw...
...delegates at the Griswold Hotel, the party representatives had one antagonist in mind: big-bodied, hard-eyed John Henry Roraback, Republican National Committeeman, for 18 years Connecticut's firm-fisted G. O. P. Boss, president of Connecticut Light & Power Co. To break Boss Roraback's grip, the Democrats at Eastern Point informally decided to put up for Governor no hard-boiled political veteran of the same kidney but rather a gentle academic man who had never before stood for public office. He was ruddy-cheeked, white-haired Wilbur Lucius ("Uncle Toby") Cross, 68, long-time professor of English...
...Precieuse did not commit suicide. ". . . In the agony of her grief, the white had striven to reassert itself. But now, as she threw her body forward and felt herself falling, even in that instant, the black finally triumphed. "Instantly the fear of a suicide's death stiffened the grip of her strong fingers on the willow branch. "Too late. The brittle willow branch snapped. Vith a wild scream she fell, clawing at the crumbling bank, into the silent motionless water." So you see-on the theory that a Negro never commits suicide-unless living in an unnatural environment such...
...crimes of Düsseldorf's coachman there was nothing remarkable, except that for 16 months their author invariably escaped. His weapon was a common penknife. Walking up to a woman in some secluded spot he would address her courteously, watch his chance to seize her with a firm, stifling grip. In a nearby shelter of some sort?always carefully chosen? Coachman Kuerten would then deal with his victim, usually ending by hacking her lifeless body into an almost unrecognizable state with his penknife...