Word: jawed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...tooth brush for every 2.7 persons or, to put it more clearly, one person to .37 of a tooth brush. Now supposing that there are 10,000,000 people totally toothless out of a population of 110,000,000, including babies to four months, prize fighters, victims of lock jaw, and octogenarians; and further supposing 10,000,000 souls who, for one reason or other, do not believe in this modern luxury such as Holy Rollers and vegetarians, there are left 2.5 persons for each and every tooth brush in the United States. These statistics do not consider those very...
...canvas, right at the heels of a battered little man with a streaming gash over his right eye. The little man was rocking to and fro under showers of blows from a furious, compact human whirlwind that flew now at his head, now at his ribs, now at his jaw, now at his pounding heart...
...Gradually the streets of Pasadena emptied as the rout and revel wound out to the Rose Bowl for the annual East-West football game. On a bench in the stadium, Coach Knute Rockne of Notre Dame stroked his jaw as he watched Leland Stanford, in the first few minutes of play, inexorably shoving his team toward its goal line. The Bowl was bedlam, for most of the 55,000 persons present wanted to see Coach Rockne's team shoveded right off the field. Rockne was not worried, merely pensive. He relinquished his jaw, called to him four young...
...decision. Of the 15 rounds, six were indubitably Goldstein's, six as indubitably Martin's. In the dubious three, Goldstein was heady, agile, defensive; Martin eager, fresh, intrepid. Hard had Champion Goldstein pecked in the third and fourth, to no avail. His rights impaired Martin's jaw, failed to touch his spirit. Discouraged, Goldstein played safe, boxed, lost the decision. Yet not a few smoky-throated ones went home muttering that six of one and half a dozen of the other was a draw...
...stepped briskly in, drove his fists against the sleek black ribs, the shiny black face. The fifth round came. No longer did the black man attack. Just before the bell rang he fell down on his knees like a bullock. In the sixth round a right to the jaw sent him down again; he lugged himself up, wobbled for a moment, sank to the boards. Referee Tommy Sheridan stopped the bout, lifted high the hand of Thomas Gibbons...