Word: hitting
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...felt the sword buckle as he shoved it in, leaning his weight on it, and then it shot high in the air, end-over-ending into the crowd. Manuel had jumped clear as the sword jumped. The first cushions thrown out of the dark missed him. Then one hit him in the face, his bloody face looking towards the crowd. . . . 'Thank you,' he said. 'Thank you.' Oh, the dirty bastards. ... As he tripped on a cushion he felt the horn go into him. . . . "He looked at the bull going down slowly over on his side, then suddenly four feet...
...worked hard to learn the rudiments of this strange job, how to cover felons with guns, when to vise blackjacks, where to hit. He influenced, the city to enlarge the police force, insisted that new men be carefully taught the rudiments he had learned himself. Then he had a falling out. Rumors were that Mr. McLaughlin could not understand why the law against gambling dens was not valid in all parts of the city. Clarence H. Mackay offered him a position in the Postal Telegraph & Cable Companies as executive vice president. This, too, was a strange job for a banker...
...reached the point of considering themselves as problems, so others must needs do it for them. Life is too full of a number of things, including courses. To stay in Harvard they must be passed-somehow. Ways and means are various, good ways and bad. A few may hit on the good ways by virtue of instruction in the matter or because they are essentially students by nature...
Evolution is a great thing. The monkey who swings by his tail and throws cocoanuts evolves into the man who walks upright and gets hit by the cocoanut; the callow Freshman evolves into the potent, grave, and reverend Senior; an Intercolleiate Dance evolves into a riot, and even music itself has evolved from the soft tinkling of rude strings to the raucous squawk of the saxaphone...
Obviously Mr. Schmalhausen hits the nail on the head as often as not, but he tries to hit too many nails, to destroy too many windmills. And he should never have recounted his woes in his appendix, a "Psycho-Biography." It savours too much of Gundelfinger, and arouses painful comparisons with Upton Sinclair...