Word: ringed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...achieved. It is natural enough that German speaking states should join hands; but the internal forces that prevented agreement for hundreds of years still operate, as post-war history illustrates but too clearly. And then there is France. The key to her whole recent diplomacy is her attempt to ring her former foes around with her own military satellites and to build up these petty states as much as possible. A union of Austria and Germany would certainly strengthen the former and possibly the latter; and French policy demands the weakening of both. Inasmuch as a single vote...
...high tariff; he had often flayed the Democrats. Yet the Democratic convention chose "to eat crow" and nominated Greeley. For a time Greeley scared the Grant men. He drew huge audiences when he spoke. The campaign became viciously personal. Thomas Nast, having just helped to upset the Tweed Ring in New York City by his cartoons, turned his devastating pen upon Greeley. Gratz Brown, a Missourian, who was Greeley's running-mate, was not known (by sight) in Manhattan, so Cartoonist Nast pictured him as a tag on Greeley's white coat. But Greeley fared even worse...
...Munn thinks he is going to get that diamond belt* he is mistaken, for he should have been fouled out of the bout when he threw Lewis from the ring...
Meantime, Billy Sandow, Lewis' manager, had jumped into the ring. "It's a foul!" cried he. "A dirty foul! You've got to award us the match!" The swarthy Munn peered querulously across the mat, tore off his bathrobe, assumed a bellicose attitude, confronted the irate manager. Munn's manager likewise grew threatening; but for all that the referee gave the fall to Lewis on a foul, allowing the latter 15 minutes to get back into the ring. The crowd was indignant, stormed about the ringside, hooting, booing...
...heavyweight title had passed to Wayne Munn. The crowd went "mad-dog," scrambled on its seats, shook the rafters of Convention Hall as it screeched, boomed, barked salvos of shouts for the victor. Many sportsmen caterwauled at the dejected figure with the bowed head in the centre of the ring. A yokel was heard to shout: "You big bum, I hope you're hurt...