Word: kill
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...knees, waiting for Satan. On the other side of the bush a goat was tethered, for it was known that Satan had an appetite for goats. For seven years the Black God had padded on cat feet over 350 square miles of Western Garhwal; in that time he had killed 125 humans, snatching them in village streets, at the very doors of houses. Sixteen Indian shimkaris, paid by the government, had shot at him and missed; gun traps, arsenic, cyanide and prayer had not hurt him. Twice he was caught?once in a trap, once in a cave. He escaped...
...peace-lovers though you admit that "America is not by heritage or by established desire a peaceful nation." Our history shows us that no nation thinks less of peace when it wants something that only war can get but undoubtedly increased military training will, with its usual effect, kill this tendency...
...usual stereotyped "atrocity" was enacted many times: an officer -several were Russian mercenaries -bursts into a house, orders his men to kill all but the more delectable women, recreates himself, abandons the women to his soldiers, departs with the lion's share of loot. The women, dragged to the soldiers' camps, are "staked out with ropes and pegs." Such acts -typical of every war-were given scant attention by callous humans last week...
...this earth. . . . It is bootleg music. Let us curb it; let us put it down; let us outlaw the thing! . . . The jazz hound is the musical bandit, running amuck. You can't purify a polecat. Let us try not to reform jazz, but to stamp it out-to kill it like a rattlesnake. Good music is one of the things that charm the soul in Heaven...
There is a stirring meet of ladies and gentlemen on their tall horses to find, chase and kill, with due ceremony, that somewhat mystical reddish mister, Dan Russell the fox, with impudent wisdom seeking sanctuary from a choir of hounds. There is a mighty steeplechase with the bookies hawking odds, the hoofs thundering and two poor jocks killed. There is lambing-time, on the spring hills thinly lit with frost and starlight; and coursing the whippets after Pussy, the dodging hare; and benign old gentlemen in red coats "hacking bitterly at small white balls and saying very evil phrases...