Word: kneeing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Fawkes was caught among the 36 gunpowder kegs with which he planned to blow up Britain's lawmakers. From 9 in the morning till 9 at night the air-conditioned dungeon hums to the sound of precision machines. Last year the volunteers, garbed in white knee-length coats of a royal ordnance factory, worked 74,000 manhours. This year they plan to work at least as much on secret submarine devices for use against the Japanese...
...maximum length above the knee that shorts may be worn without a cost in two inches...
...nation's 6,000,000 golfers were knee-deep in rationing and reclamation. At Chicago's Exmpor Country Club, Pro Ed Stupple allowed members one reprocessed ball for each two rounds of play. At Los Angeles' Wilshire Country Club, Pro Olin Dutra doled out two balls a week to members. At New York's Westchester Country Club, professional divers were hired to fish up balls from a lake bottom. At Atlanta's Black Rock Course-where a galleryite last winter offered Sam Snead a prewar ball for his match with Byron Nelson, in exchange...
When Hitler's SS bullies were still in knee pants, the Frankfurter Zeitung was a great and influential liberal newspaper, respected the world over as "the Manchester Guardian of Germany." In 1934 the Zeitung was briefly suppressed for printing Franz von Papen's one & only anti-Nazi bleat (attacking the "fanatical" wing of the Party). After that the Zeitung kept its tongue in cheek. Skillfully buried in its dreary business columns were more facts about Hitler's Germany than were reported anywhere else; its editorials condemned anti-Nazi incidents as a means of reporting them, and slyly...
...move on. When the lad stripped, we found he was wearing a coat of mail under his vest." ¶ Another entry in the Moran diary: "Just now a man was brought to my dugout on a stretcher. Half his hand was gone and his leg below the knee was crushed and broken. While his wounds were dressed he smoked, lighting a new cigarette from the stump of an old one. His eyes were as steady as a child's, only his lips were white. . . . My servant grinned. 'You always know the old 'uns,' he said...