Word: necks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Schacht, having upset the applecart, set about picking up the apples. Within 24 hours he announced that he (i.e., the Reichsbank) would supply the needed cash. The political neck of Optimist Hilferding seemed saved and the whole affair might have passed off as a teapot-tempest, except for the famed Berliner Tageblatt whose editor announced that he possessed the inside story, upset the apples again...
...tried to subsist for 47 days on sea water, two sips a day, which he stole down the mountain to get. "It contains minerals," he explained. But his stomach had troubled him so he changed to fresh water, carrying heavy stones for penance on a thong about his neck. Then he had hanged himself by a thong under his armpits, but the thong broke and he fractured his ankle. Then he buried himself to the waist in earth. Faint though he was, God still would not come. That taught him humility...
...fast as her Goucher pupils, uses practically all her lungs at each breath. Her continual ability to do this results, physiologists guess, from some particular modification of a section of the sub-brain (medulla oblongata) which through a part of the spinal cord in the nape of the neck causes the chest to expand (pulling the lungs open) and the diaphragm to contract (giving more room in the chest cavity...
...said that he has lost count. Here is another one to confuse his reckoning and to delight Wallace fans, detective story addicts. The Crimson Circle, a highly efficient criminal organization, piles murder on mysterious murder until all London is terrorized. Scotland Yard, as usual, gets it in the neck, but this time gives as good as it gets. Author Wallace strews his text with clues, but he is also an adept with red herrings. When the villain is finally unmasked, there is more than one gasp in the audience...
...plumed morion on his head; and Commendatore de Mandato, general of the Pope's Armies. Out of his automobile stepped short-legged Vittorio Emanuele III, in the grey-green and silver dress uniform of a field marshal. From his hat sprouted a white aigrette, round his neck hung the flashing gold chain of the Collar of the Annunziata, on his breast blazed medals. Towering a good head and shoulders above him stood Queen Elena...