Word: necks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...both sides flashed with fringes. It is flowered with embroidery. Surplice, which was at first an undershirt to keep the cold-blooded monks and abbots warm and, to be proper, must still be worn with the alb. It has long, loose, open sleeves, a gathered yolk at the neck, and drops to the knees like the skin of a ribless umbrella. Stole. A narrow strip of embroidered work nine or ten feet long and about three inches wide. A stole supposedly tallies with its alb in design and coloring. The Bishop of London wears his stole between...
...Cheeks-pads. Hands-puffy, unroughened. Body-well-fed. Legs-thick. Feet-plump. Expression in slumber-babyish. Expression in thought-"gets things done." General expression - extremely married, prosperous. Clothes - standard, brown or gray; white piping in vest. (He would feel naked without fountain pen and silver pencil in vest pocket.) Neck-tie-purple knitted or tapestry with stringless brown harps among blown palms; snakehead stickpin with opal eyes. Jewelry-Boosters' Club lapel button; elk-tooth watch-chain pendant. Spectacles-huge, frameless, with gold ear-crooks. Shoes-black, laced, uninteresting.-ED. Pessimist...
...Arizona. ¶ Last December soldiers in the barracks at Culebra, Panama Canal Zone, watched horrified while one Ramon Cordero, Porto Rican native in the U. S. army, shot, killed Corporal Antonio Cruzalso. Last week, following President Coolidge's approval of his sentence, Cordero was hanged by the neck until dead. ¶ Three years ago a long, black funeral train crossed this vast continent bearing in sombre state one lone coffin. President Harding was dead. Last week marked the end of the third year since that tragedy-likewise the beginning of the fourth year of Calvin Coolidge's Presidential...
Died. William Stephenson, Canadian aviator, whose neck was broken when his plane crashed into a windmill's arms; at Richmond Hill, Ontario...
...moment for kid-gloved warfare nor the niceties of chivalrous fighting, and I drove my sword through the back of one man who was in the very act of yelling, 'Hack the -in pieces and throw her to the dogs,' and I cut halfway through the neck of another ... as I wheeled about, I laid one black throat open to see the bone and sent my point through another filthy ragged jellabia in the region of its owner's fifth rib . . . from among seven bodies, some yet twitching in a pool of blood, a spouting Thing dragged...