Word: handed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...this point Senator Howell's revelations were interrupted and the bright torch of Prohibition passed into the rugged hand of Iowa's Smith Wildman Brookhart. Utah's lank Smoot was on the point of defending the Prohibition corps when Senator Brookhart suddenly interjected: "I should like to ask the Senator from Utah if he ever saw any signs of bootleggers around any Wall Street conventions at any of the hotels here in Washington...
...Minister of Pensions. When it came time for Minister Roberts to match the earthy eloquence of the Lord Privy Seal, he arose, a somewhat pitiful sight, embarrassed, blushing, twitching at his jacket and ruffling his hair. Finally, he collapsed beneath the table, then suddenly uprose again and in his hand was a fiddle. Upon this fiddle he bent his bow and fiddled out such tunes as "Loch Lomon" and "My Old Kentucky Home." So finally the grinning printers' wives became a little teary and the printers were "Hear ! Hearing" as they never hear-heared before...
Quick to criticize this move were English businessmen, struggling to maintain the slow revival of British industry, for a higher rate means higher credit charges. On the other hand London bankers, nervous over the long and steady drain of gold from England, saw in the bank's announcement the only possible way of bolstering the gold reserve, down ?20,000,000 this year and now ?17,000,000 below the irreducible minimum of ?150,000,000, set by the Cunliffe Currency Commission...
...courtroom was packed with a hand-picked Fascist audience. Sitting dully in the iron-barred prisoner's cage, a white-gloved carabineer on either side of him, Cesare Rossi listened while Prosecutor Michele Isgro came quickly to the following peroration...
...rambling Imperial Palace (see ART, p. 45) at dawn last week. Despite the worst storm in years a silent nervous crowd waited patiently by the palace gates. In the city sleepless radio announcers stood by their microphones. A watchman in Tokyo's chief fire station was ready with hand on the siren cord. At 6:15, just as the full force of the storm broke against the palace walls, lights suddenly appeared. A uniformed aid scurried from a side door across a sanded driveway to a temporary booth where reporters waited. Excited watchers whispered to each other that...