Word: neck
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...were particularly interested in the line: "As a calf high-tailed it for the mesquite brush, the nimble cow ponies always outran it; a vaquero's lasso snaked out and around its neck, brought it thudding to the ground." Up here in the Hereford country of the Missouri Ozarks, no vaquero would drop his rope over a calf's neck for fear of general ridicule by everybody in the valley; if he could not get a clean throw at its front feet, he would settle for the hind feet...
...tried to commit suicide to escape trial (TIME, Sept. 24, 1945) did not now try to save his neck. His sovereign, Emperor Hirohito, was not to blame for anything, said Tojo. At the meeting during which the General Staff presented its first war plans, "His Majesty was pleased to listen . . . although not uttering a single word. . . . The responsibility of defeat devolves on myself as Premier...
Toronto's rough, tough Maple Leafs, known as hockey's bad men, had no corner on rowdiness. The Detroit Red Wings, no sissies themselves, met them whack for whack two weeks ago. Last week, with the two teams neck & neck (or throat to throat) for the National Hockey League lead, 13,284 Torontonians turned out to see another battle of bashed heads...
...test was passed triumphantly by the professor himself. With hands, feet and neck specially protected, he was wheeled into the hotbox when its temperature stood at 230°. He stayed inside for 15½ minutes while the heat climbed to 262°. His face turned lobster-red when the hot air hit it, but that was about the only abnormal effect the heat had on the professor...
...King Ranch fashion, Bob Kleberg told his vaqueros with swift gestures and quick Spanish phrases which cattle to "cut out" for branding. As a calf high-tailed it for the mesquite brush, the nimble cow ponies always outran it; a vaquero's lasso snaked out and around its neck, brought it thudding to the ground. While the calf still kicked in a cloud of dust, the vaqueros knelt down, swiftly branded it with the King Ranch's "running W," inoculated it against disease (blackleg), castrated it. Even as the calf scrambled to its feet, bawling with fear...