Word: recoiled
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...advertising agent who followed it, some 55 years ago, into the sanctum of Harper's Monthly. Aghast and horrified were the editors who heard his proposal. Flank their belles lettres with a tradesperson's solicitation? As well charge Helmsman Ulysses S. Grant with bottomry. The public would recoil in equal alarm. Young Thompson insisted that back-page advertisements were dignified, profitable. He prevailed...
...water than pure. But the weather was 20° below zero and the tugs had to do their work. They would back off 300 to 400 feet from the pack. Then with a snarl of steam they would dash at the ice, only to be bounced by their own recoil. Yet at each attack a bit of ice did crumble to their bites...
...Coloombia! Coloombia!" The cry, springing from a myriad throats, made Cornell rooters recoil. Not since 1905 has that cry drowned the klaxons of Cornell's red applecart, but last Saturday, with Rieger's 70-yard trip to glory, and the good right toe of Captain Madden, Columbia came from behind a 9-0 lead...
...other hand, the private school man recoils from the one-sidedness of his classmate; and this recoil engenders an opposite one-sidedness in himself. He abhors the "grind", or anything that looks like one. As for himself, he has won social distinction. He is elected to a club, or to half a dozen and the effect is cumulative. Thus he tends to over-rate this aspect of his education and be content with a "gentleman's C" in his courses...
...began their match. It was Mr. Rockefeller's first game of the season.* His opponent, he knew, was a dangerous player. He manned himself for his task, halved the first hole, won the next. So the match seesawed. Mr. Baker hit the hardest; sometimes, indeed, the natural recoil of his flourish forced him to stagger back a step or two. Mr. Rockefeller was warier; he never waggled, but bent for a moment over his club in the attitude of one who offers prayer, then struck. As they approached the eighth hole, the wearer of the cotton gloves...