Word: mouthing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...ranks of striking coal miners. He had just flown in from Washington as President Roosevelt's personal emissary in an attempt to persuade balky United Mine Workers to live up to the strike truce their national leaders had signed (TIME, Aug. 14). At Fraternal Hall Mr. McGrady, his mouth set in a straight hard line, shouldered his way inside to face 128 local union leaders. Doors slammed. Locks clicked. Outside thousands of strikers waited and listened...
...best ally was the daily press. The nation's front page was his every time he opened his mouth. His salty speech, his candor, his humor, his drive captivated the half a hundred Washington correspondents who attended his conferences. The General roughly rejected the proposed newspaper code as unsatisfactory (see p. 28) but publishers did not retaliate by playing him down...
From Lisbon the armada flew non-stop to its glorious homecoming. Practically all of Rome and its hordes of visitors flocked to Fiumicino Airport at the mouth of the muddy Tiber, 15 mi. outside the city, to see the planes arrive. As usual Balbo's triad landed first to a deafening frenzy of cheering, whistle-blowing, bell-clanging, cannon-shooting. The General taxied his plane alongside an improvised receiving stand (a derrick platform) where stood Benito Mussolini, Crown Prince Umberto, the King's aviator-cousin the Duke of Aosta, U. S. Ambassador Breckinridge Long. He stood...
...boat. The fish yanked him overboard again. His friends hauled him back. The fish took the boat in tow, hauled it 15 mi. in two and one-half hours, finally bit the line in two, escaped. The party agreed that the fish "looked like a sturgeon, had a mouth like a catfish, leaped like a tarpon, pulled like a whale." Next morning Congressman McClintic turned up at his office with bandaged hands. Said he: "I'm through with deep-sea fishing. An old bullhead and sun-perch man, with a reputation for veracity, ought never to have taken...
...theatre stepped corpulent Baritone David L. Hutton, husband of Evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson Hutton, whom he is suing for divorce. He smirked to the audience: "I'm very glad to be back in the City of the Angels. You know, I married an angel." When he opened his mouth to sing, Whiz! went an egg hurled by a girl in the front row. Plop! a second egg spattered against the backdrop, dribbled down to the floor. Plop! Plop! Plop! Baritone Hutton lumbered off stage. As stage hands mopped up the eggs, police arrested one Jane Thomas. Next...