Word: heels
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...York Society for the Suppression of Vice. Said Partner Silberman: If Mr. Sumner would bring his wife to the gallery and if she found the picture objectionable they would remove it and apologize publicly. Otherwise Susanna would remain in the window. Mr. Sumner refused the offer, turned on his heel...
Monster Carnera has partially absorbed his manager's point of view. No longer a placidly exaggerated cement-mixer or a down-at-heel and hungry wrestler, he has grown proud of his monstrosity, now regards his own size as the proper one and smiles at the deficiencies of normal-sized persons.* In the ring, he grunts loudly and grimaces, dances lightly on his great feet, lunges quickly with his fists. Out of the ring he dresses in loose, bright-colored clothes, snorts and smiles down at the jabbering crowd which always follows him. Immune to fear, ennui, embarrassment...
...headquarters. They gave up when mountain guns were unlimbered across the street. Sailors rushed a hundred of them on board warships in the harbor. A volley of shots rang out from doorways facing the tree-lined Rambla Flores, sloping down to the harbor. A Civil Guard whirled on his heel and fell, seriously wounded, among the flower pots and twittering bird cages of the market...
...crowd roared again in the eleventh, when Walker landed with an uppercut and put Sharkey on the ropes again. Sharkey, his face set into lines of exasperation and doubt, let a punch or two go low, rubbed Walker's bad eye with the heel of his glove, "fished" instead of hitting with his left hand which was hurt early in the fight. He rallied in the last rounds, won the 15th and stood shuffling his feet in his corner while the referee spoke to the judges. There was one vote for a draw, one each for Sharkey and Walker...
...Pennsylvania Ave. before the White House. He spotted tourists' cars by their out-of-town licenses and hailed them with some appropriate local epithet. "Hey, Cracker!" he would call to Georgians. Tourists from Illinois were greeted with "Hey, Capone!'' and from North Carolina, "Hey, Tar Heel!" When Guide Hall saw a big car with a Mississippi tag rolling toward him, he sung out the state cry: "Hey, Bilbo...