Word: mugged
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...money for yours," he retorted, "That's the greatest insult you could cast on me. I have repeatedly said I have sunk everything I had in my business and that's the truth." Once he grew gruff: when a fellow passenger tried to photograph him. "My mug is my own property," he snorted. "You have no right to photograph it. I will not consent to it." Between Samuel Insull and his fate lay 28 days and 28 nights at sea, while the Exilona visits Catania (where Mrs. Insull may join her husband), Algiers and Casablanca to pick...
...fighter, that's part of my hidden past. Yeah, it's true. I was getting along swell until my first fight when I found out my nose get in the way. I was going to walk out of the ring when the guy (jeez but he was a tough mug) popped me right in da puss. I guess I just wasn't cut out to be a battler...
...Cortez Abbott has builded his own monument. Within the walls of 74 Sparks St. he has assembled all the evidence that one could need for an analysis of his mental processes. He has a beautiful collection of unused chessmen; sundry gargoyles stare out from his walls; there is a mug used at Nicky's coronation; framed on the wall hang a pair of European Court Fans; on a window seat, in the sun, sparkles a jewel handled Moorish Scimitar; and over there, in a glass case, is a death mask of Oliver Cromwell, Upstairs are the proud portraits of Cromwell...
...that address a Star newshawk found a crowd standing outside the Coffee Mug restaurant run by one Max Komen who served 5? breakfasts, 15? lunches. In the centre of the crowd stood a 200-lb, jobless cook named Robert Wright. Yelled Cook Wright: "I asked that - - - -* Komen where his Blue Eagle was. He said 'To hell with the Blue Eagle.' Come out here on the street, Komen, and get what's comin...
...shooting galleries. Kiki Roberts, who is pretty, did considerably better in hei vaudeville appearances. This spring Mrs. Diamond got to drinking, and when she drank she talked. In a Brooklyn speakeasy the fat and garrulous widow would boast that she was "tired protecting a lot of mugs." Last week some mug put a .38 revolver very close to her temple and killed her. The superintendent, with whose family she liked to play cards, and two painters found her. She had admitted her murderer in an old house dress and stockinged feet. She had been dead two days. Her two little...