Word: nervous
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...George Bellows was born in Columbus, Ohio. In 1903 he was a lanky, nervous boy who played right forward on the basketball five and shortstop on the baseball nine at Ohio State University. Even after he came to Manhattan to be a painter, he often paid for dinner or theatre seats by playing professional ball over the weekends. He was interested in looking at people and at things so that he could make pictures of them. For 20 years he made pictures, mostly of people doing things very intently. Then, in 1925, he died...
...shrieked in his ears. Mayor J. S. Smith congratulated him. Then for dinner, he was rushed to a banquet given in honor of the two flyers. Called upon for a speech, Mr. Schlee rose, said: "There seems to be a general misconception . . ." and collapsed. Friends attributed the breakdown to nervous strain. Said full-page newspaper advertisements:-"Detroit is proud of the Pride of Detroit and its Intrepid Pilots-Ed Schlee and Billy Brock...
...strikers' ranks swelled to 900 that day. Then, emboldened by their elders' actions or kept at home by nervous parents, Emerson's seventh and eighth grades walked out, making a total of 1,357 strikers. Police broke up attempted Negro mass meetings. The school authorities threatened the strikers in vain...
...little-known Kansas City wife, Miriam Burns Horn. Mrs. Horn, once western champion, won 1 up. Meanwhile Maureen Orcutt, whose name (someone observed) sounds like a hair tonic, destroyed the alien Miss Mackenzie-2 and 1 Miss Orcutt is metropolitan champion and the huge gallery did not regard her nervousness, revealed by constantly snapping fingers, fatal to the finals. They pointed to jets of cigaret smoke issuing from the obviously nervous nose of Mrs. Horn. This was no way to win a test of physical skill and mental poise, they reasoned. They saw Mrs. Horn complete her first round with...
Wombat. Near Sydney, Australia, a captive wombat,* the property of one Timothy Sermon, was chained to a post for the entertainment of visitors to Timothy Sermon's ranch. A lanky, nervous creature, this sly marsupial† spent his days in a hopscotch circular gallop, his nights in forlorn and ridiculous nightmares, or wild nostalgic visions. Last week, Timothy Sermon found his wombat, covered with dirt and excrement, his thin sensitive nose pushed far into the yellow loam, a suicide...