Word: necked
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...attracted a good deal of attention from passing children, which was disagreeable to him. One morning last week he got up too late to eat breakfast. As the hours passed he noticed that the air was getting curiously dark. A little drum pounded in the back of his neck. Suddenly his bell slipped out of his hand and jangled, with a thin note, to the pavement. Mr. Zobel pitched forward on his face. Death, said the city doctors, had resulted from heart failure...
...Europe as shipmaster. The year was 1793, when neutrals had few rights. His brig captured by the French on a pretext, her cargo of foodstuffs looted for starving Brest, the guillotine overshadowing all, Cobb loyally strove to secure his owner's just dues. Revolutionary officialdom caressed its neck with premonitory tenderness and did nothing but lose his papers. He forced his way to Robespierre and the sea-green monster granted full indemnities. "I remained in Paris about three weeks after my bills were sent to Brest, and during that time the great man who had so assentially befreinded...
...Ferguson talked, with figures and statements supporting his argument beside him. He leaned back in his chair clasping his neck with his left hand. He has extraordinary charm. His language is rich and picturesque, his grammar all his own. 'A nigger-lipped sand-lapper,' was the description of one opponent. He described the unwillingness of politicians to leave office as, 'You cain't cut a feller offen his clabber.' His enemies, he said, 'ain't worth hating, nohow...
...Stires, who entered the church wearing cassock and rochet, had stood humbly before the carved reredos while his attending presbyters garbed him in a chimere. And now the prelates laid on him their hands, the "Primus" hung upon his neck the pectoral cross, placed upon his finger a ring, and he was consecrated Bishop of Long Island...
...small-town wife, tired of her husband, is the central character. The husband is equally weary. There appears the inevitable third angle to the triangle in the person of a beautiful, accomplished and slightly shopworn opera singer. Singer and husband fall on each other's neck. After some exceedingly interesting internal conflict the wife decides that she is not so tired as she thought. The husband wakes up with equal abruptness and peace is made. The opera singer-much the wisest and most worthy figure-is left in somewhat lonely splendor...