Word: pounded
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...undertook to finance a Foundation for the Advancement of Social Sciences at the University of Denver, he picked Ben Cherrington from a YMCA student job to direct it. Director Cherrington began by asking 150 serious thinkers, including Louis Dembitz Brandeis, Mohandas K. Gandhi, Jan Smuts, Harvard Law Dean Roscoe Pound, Ramsay MacDonald, Herbert Hoover: "What would you do?" Consensus was to tackle international problems, and Dr. Cherrington did, with endless lectures, seminars, model League of Nations assemblies, dinners and luncheons which after twelve years make visiting foreigners wonder why landlocked Denver is so world-minded. A few Denver intransigeants call...
...presence of a lawyer in a state of malnutrition"), believers in mental healing. During a tumor operation, when a patient's friend stood by repeating "You think you see something, but there is nothing there," "Pop" held himself in till he finished, then slammed the gory ten-pound tumor on her feet...
Vast are the differences on each side of the color line. White-card holders, in addition to selling their cotton without undue complication, will receive a Government bounty of 2.4? a pound. But buyers of red-card cotton must note whether the farmer is selling cotton grown on acreage beyond an allotted quota. If so, the buyer must collect a 2-cent penalty tax on each pound bought...
...tape was Boston's 119-lb. Francis Darrah, a seasoned distance runner at 25, whose time of 2 hr., 8 min., 14.6 sec. was the fastest ever made on foot up the mountain. Six minutes later came Paul Donato, another Bostonian, who (like Darrah) had eaten a pound of rare beefsteak for breakfast. Loudest cheers went to 45-year-old Clyde Ormsby of Colorado Springs, oldest entrant in the race, who finished seventh. Called upon by broadcasters to say a few words over the radio, Mr. Ormsby was in a sorry predicament. The patrolman to whom he had entrusted...
...twelve hours the fire raged, go feet below the river surface, 70 feet from shore, fought hopelessly by sand hogs with hand extinguishers, firemen who braved the terrific pressure to attack it with hoses. After a grim night of defeat, tunnel engineers resorted to extraordinary tactics. Slowly, pound by pound, they began reducing the air pressure in the fire-swept section. Just as slowly, the air wall gave way and the river it had been holding out began to muck in. In half an hour, it half-filled the section, doused the fire...