Word: mouthing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...carrying a revolver no one, afterward, could tell, or why, meeting an old woman and her daughter in the lane, he began to quarrel with them. Mr. Johnson, some said, had had a love affair with the daughter. He ended the conversation by shooting each woman in the mouth. They fell dead. He ran to his home, barricaded door and window. He had another revolver in the house and 150 rounds of ammunition. A crowd of students from Carson-Newman College gathered outside. Murderer Johnson fired into the crowd, killed a football player. With machine guns, tear bombs, automatic rifles...
Plainly John Chinaman had opened his mouth so wide and bitten off so huge a chunk of foreign property that he was all but strangled. Pitifully enough, some coolies who saw starvation loom repaired the flagstaff of the British Consulate, which they had torn down a few days before, and ran up the Union Jack-though unwittingly upside down. A symbol, it was Hankow...
Bluff and Bruises. Hankow or "Mouth of Han," takes its name from the great river Han which flows into the greater Yangtze. The city lies at the confluence, with Wuchang, the new Nationalist Capital, just across the Yangtze. Daily for months the Nationalist Government has kept its agents busy telling the Chinese at Hankow the axiomatic truth that if they would all rise against the foreigners, the foreigners would have to sail away, leaving $60,000,000 worth of property behind. Last week this new and surprising thought flared up in a chattering mob of Chinamen who had believed since...
...little heir across the street; wan, wishful Carrie, Aunt Sarah's slave; and-flashes-sultry, vivid Opal Mendoza, "bad girl," the only one whose words comfort Joe at all; squat, square, red-faced Effa, "simply killing," a perpetual circus, whose salt tears run into her broad mouth when she smells the lilacs and knows she will never have a lover...
...bird himself. Part is earthiness: angry yokels plow a furrow across the vicarage lawn, plow up the doorstep, with three chestnut horses steaming and gleaming on a snowy morning. Part is uneasy: a weathercock whines; people tell their dreams; once Mr. Dunnock stuffs his beard quickly into his mouth...