Word: neck
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Ruefully, P.A.C. listened to the reactions. Some Democrats were howling indignantly "that P.A.C. had been like a millstone around our neck." Said a Southern California Democrat: "The people have decided that the ultra-left wing is not working in the best interests of our country. It is working selfishly and not in a thoroughly American way. One of these days the C.I.O. and the P.A.C. will have to prove that they do not take orders from outside the United States...
...prisoners went into the lava-tory of the third-class coach, closed the door, forced the window and climbed out. "At intervals telegraph poles whisked past our noses with a blowing noise, like seals coming up to breathe on a pitch-dark night ... I jumped ... I found myself doing neck rolls down a granite-chip embankment. I came to rest in a little gully. . . . It was stifling, suffocating, wonderful to be free...
...Karl Frank was led to the foot of a tall beam from which dangled a hangman's noose. A heavy leather belt was tied around his chest and two assistants hauled him to the top of the beam, where a white-gloved hangman fastened the noose around his neck. The assistants let go. A mild cheer broke out and was hushed by court dignitaries. Of all the eyes that watched, not one was softened by compassion...
...started caressing a picture of his cousin, a war prisoner long unheard from. Nothing happened. Antonio burst out crying, then he remembered something said in the market about metal discs. He ran to a junk pile and picked up an old rivet. With this pressed firmly on his neck he stroked the picture once more. Suddenly, as if on a movie screen, the lost cousin appeared, dressed in a faded uniform and strolling down a grassy slope. "Where are you?" shouted Antonio. The cousin stopped, turned and silently moved his lips. Antonio lip-read his words: "In Nairobi...
Thanks to Antonio, the Costas may soon be able to move to roomier quarters. Meanwhile the hubbub has become too much for Papa Costa, a glass worker. Recently Papa took to disappearing mysteriously. One night Mama Costa blindfolded Antonio and pressed the rivet on his neck. "Where's Papa?" she asked sternly. Antonio caressed his father's photograph for a moment. "In front of a table covered with green cloth," he answered. "He's holding a jack of hearts, a seven of clubs and an ace of spades...