Word: gunness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...street, a canyon between high office buildings, was suddenly filled with a flat sound like someone beating a rug. Piercing the racket was Coffman's shriek: "Corinne, don't kill me!" Corinne blazed away until the gun in her hand was empty, yanked another gun from under her coat, emptied that into the twitching, still screaming Coffman. When the racket stopped, Coffman lay still. Calmly, Corinne surrendered...
Terrified, brooding, she resolved to free herself of him. The first time she aimed her old .38 revolver at him as he walked along the street, the gun wouldn't work. She took it to a gunsmith, had it fixed, waited for Coffman in a cafeteria. But the place was crowded. She was afraid someone else might get hit. Her third attempt was more successful. Even while she was talking, Coffman died in the hospital...
...succeed in impairing communications. Thermit incendiary bombs* set the west end of Helsinki ablaze. Other prime targets were the ports of Viipuri, Kotka, Hangö, Turku and Vaasa, the big power plant at Imatra, gas mask factory at Lahti. After unloading their bombs, the planes swooped to machine-gun their objectives. Finnish anti-aircraft guns and fighting planes shot down a dozen or more Red attackers, whose pilots expressed surprise. They had been told it was safe to bomb anywhere in Finland. One of the pilots taken was an 18-year-old girl. Three fliers who fell into the hands...
...went past themselves. They cheered lustily for Ralph Oves, Lincoln's towering center, who stands out in the line like a moon on a dark night (Oves is the only white player in Negro football). They set off firecrackers, one of which, mistaken for the timekeeper's gun, sent the players to the sidelines. They tooted piccolos during timeouts, chanted A-well-a-take-um-a-Joe (crapshooters' lullaby...
...early '20s, seemed a more brilliant, sophisticated writer. Of them all, Sandburg, the immigrant's son, got the surest roothold in authentic U. S. tradition, and got it perhaps by the near accident of digging for the truth about Abraham Lincoln. "That son-of-a-gun Lincoln grows on you," he once told a reporter. Before he finished The Prairie Years, which carried the biography to 1861, he had meditated on the basic Lincoln material, had achieved a clear, homely, sometimes lovely style. The greater demands of the Civil War material in range and stamina and subtlety unquestionably...