Word: pavements
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...thousand dollars worth of jewelry that Mme Mathis was wearing. The jewels dug into her neck and she screamed. Furiously M. Mathis, who is 52 and does setting up exercises every morning, made a dive at the robbers. All three fell into the street and rolled on the wet pavement slugging one another. Mme Mathis began to scream. One of the robbers broke loose and again tried to snatch her jewels. She kicked him repeatedly in the face. For several minutes the battle on the pavement continued, M. Mathis getting in some good licks, while Mme Mathis screamed louder...
Proof of the importance of the road in civilization appears in the amount of space devoted to it by the rule book. Cantabridgians appear to have been having trouble with their streets even before the Water Works Department first appeared to fear up the pavement by the Union...
...iron at the feet of Judas Iscariot. ... In the Square of Our Lady of Carmen the fire smouldered, a wooden head, charred beyond recognition and glowing red at the neck, had rolled towards the street now empty and silent save for a crouching group upon the pavement and a girl sobbing at the feet of Judas Iscariot proffering a kiss to the empty...
...flurry in the crowd behind Constable Dick's shoulder. Something shiny flashed through the air, landed under King Edward's charger. The horse took a few skittish steps, then straightened out. The King never flinched. Equerry Sir John dropped back. A shiny revolver lay on the pavement. Over the heads of an excited crowd appeared the rumpled features of George Andrew McMahon, being hustled away by four policemen towards a patrol van. Special Constable Dick had looked up just in time to see the revolver wavering in the herbalist's hand. Instinctively he lashed out, knocking...
...body of Fuad went on a gun carriage, without women or flowers, from Abdin Palace to the Mosque of Er-Rifái on Citadel Hill where lie his dynastic ancestors. As the coffin reached the Mosque, soldiers cut the throats of seven live bulls lying shackled on the pavement. After the simple funeral exuberant Egyptians poured through the streets of Cairo shouting, "Long live Farouk, King of Egypt and the Sudan...