Word: heaped
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Department of Agriculture, whose agents have learned the educational value of mechanical models,* has a fly 4,000 times the size of the ordinary fly which gets into the kitchen. The colossal insect pokes its proboscis into a heap of "sugar," flaps its wings fearsomely. Blind children have vague ideas about house flies. They feel flies crawling on them, hear their elders talk about fly nuisance. To let blind children know just what a fly looks like the American Foundation for the Blind† has just had built a big fly model. All the contours, joints, vibrissa, hairs and feelers...
Commander Giovanni Quaglia of the Artiglio II eventually roared his hysterical crew to attention. "Pray for your dead comrades!" The men circled the little heap of retrieved gold, dropped to their knees, ostensibly prayed for several seconds...
...Laugh Parade Funnyman Ed Wynn came ambling on stage aboard a camel. Forgetting the correct word to make the camel kneel, he tries several commands, finally whispered ''Goldman Sachs." The camel collapses in a heap...
...sailors in the port ground crew dragged with all their might. Some even climbed up the grab lines the better to hold down the bouncing ship.* A sudden blast of air drove the ship up, jerked the crew into the air. Most of them dropped off, sprawled in a heap on the ground. One plunked down 20 ft., fractured his arm. But soaring rapidly the Akron jerked three sailors so high that they dared not let go. Struggling to keep their grip, they lashed about desperately. On the ground women screamed, men wept, officers shouted, sailors ran around wildly. Then...
...rioters fell back, up jumped Father Pippy. Premier Squires, rising badly bruised from the bottom of the heap, was rushed to a secret cellar, disappeared from the Newfoundland scene for 24 hours. The mob, though they had let their quarry escape, made a thorough job of smashing all the Colonial Building windows, battering doors and desks to splinters and scattering State papers by the armful in the street. Solemn, impassioned promises by highly respected citizens that Premier Sir Richard Squires would positively resign or call a Newfoundland election within 48 hours finally got the smashers out of the building...