Word: headedly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...conductor shook his head. "The Republicans are trying to get out of the grass roots and into the gravy. The Democrats have been eating ham and eggs in California and their own words in New York. As for me, I forgot to register." Hu F. Huey's Big Four Saltonstall over Curley Lehman over Dewey Quinn over Vanderbilt Harvard over Yale
Winthrop received a break in the third period when a Deacon center went heavenwards, scaling over McClure's head for the goal. Winthrop recovered on the 20, but could not dent the Deacon line. Pete Wentworth, Kirkland left and, broke up the interferers, while Thompson drove in to grab the runner on the final running play...
...Belief. The real and the imaginary have always been mixed in Malraux's novels. His first, The Conquerors, pictured revolution in Canton, followed the course of actual events, included real characters like Revolutionist Michael Borodin, Mao Tse-tung, head of the Chinese Soviets...
...Kentucky, on the south bank of the Ohio, lies Greenup County-a stretch of shaggy, greenbriered hill country, twelve miles wide and 20 miles long. Among the hill people of Greenup-great hunters, fighters, Baptists and Democrats from way back- young Jesse Stuart grew up. He lived at the head of W-Hollow, fished in Little Sandy, began to write poetry before he was out of school. "Them Stuart youngins is plum fools." said Neighbor John Hackless. "If them was youngins of mine, I'd whip their tails with a hickory...
...next editorial, Poet Stuart was madder than ever. "I couldn't write an editorial about Dictator Joe Bates with out getting slugged in the head," he explained, "in one of the most unfair method ever used on a man. . . . Without boasting, by using fists and skull and without weapons of any sort, I can whip Amos Allen on less street-space in Greenup than the length of his body. . . . The blood I shed from the three wounds was more than a quart. . . . For every drop of blood I shed - yes, for every red, sticky drop - I shall write...