Word: hatchetation
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...other half of the Paramount-Fenway program is "The Last Round-Up," based on Zane Grey's "Border Legion." It would be easy to criticize the plot and the "acting" of the hatchet-faced lass and the Arrow-collar youth who take the leads and whom Paramount Pictures attempt to introduce as "Stars of the future," but to do this alone would give an unfair impression of the presentation. There is action, hard-riding, good scenery, fast shooting, and here and there a hard right to the jaw. Insofar as "The Last Round-Up" is a step back...
...knocked the political wind out of lanky, hatchet-faced Senator William Gibbs McAdoo. Mr. McAdoo, for all his dramatic assistance in winning the Roosevelt nomination in Chicago, has been out to build a Democratic machine for himself in California...
...picture hat, sable boa and muff, with a black ribbon inscribed "Yacht Meteor" in gold on her left sleeve, she firmly seized a bottle of White Seal champagne (in silver net to catch glass splinters), swatted it cleanly against the ship's side and with a little silver hatchet chopped, in one chop, the heading cord. Prince Henry cabled to his imperial brother: "The yacht christened by the hand of Miss Roosevelt just launched in the presence of brilliant assembly. Beautiful ship. Great enthusiasm. I congratulate you from a full heart.-HEINRICH...
Though the League of Nations has been in the process of quietly passing away for a number of years, it was impossible to find any of the expectant relatives ready either to recognize publicly the imminence of death and suggest a cure, or to bring in the hatchet and make an abrupt end of it. But now comes one from Italy who boldly suggests either of these unpleasant alternatives; the immediate remedy, or the axe. Mussolini is not, of course, too serious in believing that any medicine can be found which will restore a noticeable degree of health...
...shoe-shining device promptly begins whirring over the driver's toes. The seat flops back and a gas range appears. From an icebox which has handily sprung out of the vehicle's superstructure, Broadway Joe extracts the makings of a midnight snack, cutting the bread with a hatchet and finally nailing the sandwich to the roof. An escalator then lowers Mr. Cook to the stage where he relates at length the trip he has just made from Cripple Creek, Colo.-"a good night's work if I do say so." Unknown to him, Miss Ona Munson...