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Word: pitchforked (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...closing down the grist mill and padlocking the general store. As Clemson folks, they looked askance at other pilgrims making the journey to the state capital at Columbia; there was no telling who might be a Carolina sympathizer. There had been friction between the two factions since the day Pitchfork Ben Tillman, the state's rip-snorting governor of the 1890s, branded the university as a center of snobbery and helped found Clemson, a "heman" agricultural college with a strong emphasis on military training...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Big Thursday | 10/31/1949 | See Source »

Grandpa Thurmond's son John saw the South meet violence with violence. John studied law and hitched his star to "Pitchfork Ben" Tillman,* South Carolina's demagogic Governor and Senator. Ben Tillman had a short answer for the Negro problem. He told the U.S. Senate: "We shot them. We are not ashamed of it ... We will not submit to Negro domination under any conditions that you may prescribe...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THIRD PARTIES: Southern Revolt | 10/11/1948 | See Source »

Ruminant. In Black Hawk County, Iowa, Farmer Sheldon Anton finally spotted the cause of an old lump on his cow's flank when he noticed twelve inches of pitchfork handle protruding from her ribs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Apr. 5, 1948 | 4/5/1948 | See Source »

Dick waited patiently for the cats to settle down. He was holding a buggy whip and a broom handle, and he had a kitchen chair in case one of them got tough and jumped him. A pitchfork might have been better, but these were his cats (and his life's investment) and he didn't want to scar them. He called to Fay Maloney, his assistant: "Looks like an easy deal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ANIMALS: Dick's Bankroll | 12/2/1946 | See Source »

...went off like a popgun. It was disappointing. Then the "battleship" really erupted. A flat piece of steel, blew up like wastepaper in a column of grey smoke. Concrete chunks showered the water for hundreds of yards around. From a hole on top, reinforcing steel pieces stuck up like pitchfork prongs. Smoke poured out of everywhere-from the sallyports, vents, turrets. If the concussion didn't kill the Japs, Colonel Soule (promoted to brigadier general the next day) was sure they were baked or suffocated. Proudly his task force waddled back to Corregidor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: Task Force | 4/23/1945 | See Source »

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