Word: grit
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...policemen: "Let me run. If you shoot me, all well and good. If I get away, that's my good luck. I can't stand being locked up." They jailed him. Later they found him writhing. He had pulverized the lenses of his eyeglasses and swallowed the grit. He was expected...
...Chief is brought near and like unto his people." When this potent beverage had been mixed, stirred, and the more solid ingredients pounded in a great bowl, the Chief personally strained it through a filter of woven bark, saying: "This make kava very nice. This take out all the grit." The Duke, no weakling, downed a huge swallow of kava. Thereafter, although flushed for a moment, he gave no sign or indication of its taste...
Over at the arsenal crawling soldiers and marines had squirmed through the charred ashes of leveled buildings, grasses, companions. Any moment a shell might explode, but most of the firing had ceased after 48 hours. Here a marine sifted, and as the grit drizzled through his sieve, he spied a black, circular object. A ring. Spattered on his shoes lay the reliquae of a ghost. Over in Brooklyn, at the Navy morgue, officers shook their heads. One cannot identify dismembered legs with fingerprints. The bodies had been found thick around the first powder magazine which exploded -bodies of heroic soldiers...
Morality will continue and magazines will continue. So not alone will the subway sensual glean his grit from pink periodicals of dubious editing, but the uniformed saviour of souls and director of difficulties, moral, matrimonial and vehicular will find some journal of the haute monde of cleverness and thin satire on which to base his belief that the movies are right, that sin sits in high places. There will be times when other papers, with even less to damn them than "Hatrack" and less to sell them than Mencken, rest in naughty niches safe from the gaze of the Bostonian...
...worn cogs on which this obsolete old piece of dramatic machinery heavily revolves. Needless to say, Owner Jefferson bluntly refuses to countenance the romance, but the combined efforts of Owner Mosscrop who undergoes a sudden reformation of character, of Son Reggie who announces bumptiously that he is full of "grit and determination" and will "move heaven and earth" to win Rosie; of Daughter Rosie who indulges in tears and threats of elopement; and of Mother Jefferson, who does likewise; reduce the old man to submission and the curtain drops on general drinking of whiskey and water and interchange of amiable...