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Word: mouthing (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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...John Mitchell, who managed this crisis, was not a man of violence. He had little so-called education, but much breadth of understanding. His eyes were keen, his mouth firm, his forehead high. Inflammatory rhetoric was not part of his appeal. Sympathy and dig nity were his tools. Collective bargaining and arbitration were his weapons, the strike only an ultimate resort...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: LABOR: Sweetness and Power | 6/9/1924 | See Source »

...King is in his 55th year, in stature short and well-built. It has been said that his manner "combines his father's force with his mother's grace." His hair is gray and always closely cropped. The fine lines of his mouth are quasi-concealed by his prominent mustache. His eyes are piercing but kindly. He received a Spartan education, a fact which is mainly responsible for his unhesitating strength of mind and the wide range and accuracy of his information. "Teddy" Roosevelt ranked him high in the family of Kings...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ITALY: Return Visit | 6/9/1924 | See Source »

...went to the Naval Hospital for similar treatments. The success of the treatment, which was discovered by the Chemical Warfare Service, has been such that the Bureau of Animal Industry is preparing to try it out on the cattle of California as a prophylaxis for the hoof and mouth disease...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: The White House Week: Jun. 2, 1924 | 6/2/1924 | See Source »

...cannot give up remembering your swiftly quiet hands and the half-frightened hint of peace over your eyes, your mouth...

Author: By Le BARON Russell briggs, | Title: CRIMSON BOOKSHELF | 5/23/1924 | See Source »

...Dean Stone was rubicund, smooth-shaven, cheerful-a jovial good fellow in any other atmosphere, I thought. And keen! Startling questions popped out of his mouth, several times leaving me gasping weakly like a fish and chasing my poor brains in a jog-trot down a dusty, cloudy track. He had me in front of him,. hat in hand, at attention with a confounded stenographer peering at my face with the watchfulness of a setter dog whenever my answers were slow in issuing. I wish I had a transcript of the testimony, for when I emerged I found I couldn...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: JOTS AND TITLES | 5/16/1924 | See Source »

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