Word: pitchforked
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...must to all men, Death came last week to Wilford B. Smith, editor and publisher of the once-famed Pitchfork and a mighty man in North Texas...
Prodigiously built (he was six feet four), prodigiously dressed (in black suit, broad black hat and flowing black Windsor tie), a prodigious writer, talker, fighter and drinker, Pitchfork Smith worshipped at the shrine of one man and one man only: William Cowper Brann (the Iconoclast). Once, on Brann's birthday, his disciple got drunk, visited his grave at Waco, and sat there all night communing with the soul of his friend, for every drink he took himself pouring an equal amount of whiskey...
...lawyers he saw were drunk and a newspaperman told him that if he wrote he would starve to death but, meantime, would always have a lot of fun. He founded a magazine called Plain Talk, which was suppressed for inciting race troubles. So he changed its name to The Pitchfork "because the pitchfork is the poor man's implement; you can fight with it or work with it." When he was ordered never again to publish a political paper in Missouri he moved The Pitchfork to Dallas. Its first office was over a saloon, so that the editor never...
...Most dangerous of all occupations is farming, according to Dr. John Howard Powers of the Bassett Hospital. Highest number of occupational deaths throughout the U. S. occurs among agricultural workers. But what hurts the farmers most often is not a reaper or a pitchfork, but a reckless motorist hurtling through country lanes...
...gripping Spanish ground with talons, showed bayonets advancing in daylight over a peaceful plowman to drive away Death (see cut}. For Point VIII, "Through agrarian reform to liquidate the old semifeudal aristocratic estates," Artist Renau produced his most effective picture: a smiling, stubble-faced farmer holding a rustic pitchfork, with furrows ribboning behind toward a village and three bulls stylized with long morning shadows...