Word: kneaded
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...When all the bakers of Athens struck last week, Greek soldiers were ordered to knead and bake; Athens continued to eat fresh bread. Soon foxy old Prime Minister Eleutherios Venizelos had an even better idea. He announced that he would call the striking bakers to the colors, enroll them for compulsory military service, order them as soldiers to return to their bakeries...
...tools, utensils, seals and jewelry were signs of Beisan's wealth. It was of such civilization that Jeremiah complained: Seest thou not what they do in the cities of Judah and the streets of Jerusalem? The children gather wood, and the fathers kindle the fire, and the women knead the dough, to make cakes to the queen of heaven [Ashtoreth], and to pour out drink offerings unto other gods that they may provoke me [God] to anger.-Book of Jeremiah...
...square of water, as blue as a banner, a liquid panel like a window into star-space, it dreams, moveless, in the white tile floor. Drawn up against walls patterned less purely with tiles of ochre and green and ruby, naked attendants in breech clouts wait to knead and oil the bathers in the hot rooms, steam rooms, medicated rooms, therapeutic rooms beyond...
...stand up in their chairs. The next three rounds were not so fast; the fighters were listless. The bell rang for the eighth, both boxers dragged languidly into action amid a salvo of boos. More flaccid pommeling, clinching, pushing. A raucous fan began to sing Every Hour I Knead Thee, was silenced. In the last two rounds, McTigue feebly rallied. Referee Lewis gave the victory to little Walker. McTigue kept his title, as the boxing law of New Jersey does not permit an official rendering of decisions. The vast crowd audibly wished that they had kept their money. Tony Polozzolo...
...more often perturbed by what they see than ravished by what they hear; who have listened, at Tosca, to an aria that spoke to them of all the rapture, the pathos of a consummate and fated love, and have seen a stubby tenor waddle forward on tiptoe to knead the arms of a diva who out-topped him by several inches; who have heard, in Bohēme, a little catch, light as a falling feather, gay as a string of beads, delivered by a Musetta under whom a property table, reinforced with iron struts, trembled, creaked, tottered. These idealists...