Word: nosing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Hard feeling flared up after Saturday's set to in the Indoor Athletic Building when the Crimson swordsmen came from behind to nose out the Eli fencers 14-13 for their first victory over the Blue in four years. Coach Grasson felt that the judging was prejudiced against his team and took no pains to conceal his emotions. Rene Peroy, Crimson mentor, refused to get excited about the meet and simply said "Grasson is always a very poor loser...
...spring like an Indian tiger upon the witness of his crime was Ratanji's instant reaction. A little later Dr. Ruxton got out his scalpels, his knives, his surgical saws. He cut off Mrs. Ruxton's nose, ears, fingertips and toetips - extremities which to an expert criminal pathologist such as Britain's famed Sir Bernard Spilsbury would reveal traces of asphyxia and indicate that death had come by strangulation. As to Mary Jane Rogerson, Dr. Ruxton figured on fooling police into thinking she might have been a man. With this in mind he detached from her corpse...
Well, the reason lies not for distant. Those master-oppressions of labor, the Rockefellers, with almost a century's experience and through three generations, have kept the elevator boys in their center from true, vigorous, united, class-conscious mass-action through the most underhanded, myet effective methods of nose grinding yet devised; they pay high wages, help their workers in organizing, give them pensions, work them reasonably short hours, educate them to weak cooperation with their employers...
...question, to wit: send the Irish to Holland, the Dutch to Ireland. The Dutch would soon make Ireland a garden. The Irish would soon forget to mend the dikes. Finally he reaches the heart of his cynically expedient philosophy by recalling that he started out as an eye-ear-nose-&-throat man, but soon shifted to psychiatry because "the poor have tonsils, but only the rich have souls...
...time," he confided. "She watches me as I shave, as I light my pipe, as I tie my tie; she hangs around me all the time and keeps glancing into her compact mirror, starting at her profile on the side that doesn't show the huge wen on her nose, patting the stringy mass of gray hair that is left on the top of her head. Poor thing! She seems worried every time I go out. As a matter of fact she's taken to hiding my cane and gloves of late. That was, however, all right. I could manage...