Word: rodes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Swinging two-foot-long nightsticks like polo mallets, the mounted cops rode the mob into the gutters. Their allies on foot clubbed away with professional impartiality. In the garish, winking light men & women in agitated clumps struggled, groaned, desisted, fled. A news photographer was roughed up. Picket signs were splintered, leaflets shredded, clothing ripped. A cop shoved a matronly lady. "Sir," she murmured reproachfully, "I'm an innocent bystander." "Lady," he answered in sweaty exasperation, "if you was innocent you wouldn't be here." Five men were arrested...
...Euryalus rode at anchor. Then, as midnight approached, the cruiser stood out to sea under a cone of white light from the searchlights of her destroyer escorts. Precisely at midnight (the deadline for Britain's mandate over Palestine), she passed the three-mile limit of Palestine's territorial waters. From Royal Navy headquarters atop Mount Carmel a flare shot up, arched slowly, and fell flaming among the tall dark cypresses on the mountain slope. A few British troops would remain in Palestine until August. But the British mandate had ended...
...headed Americans instead of soft-headed saps." Time & again he thwacked Harold Stassen's ill-considered plan to outlaw the Communist Party. Such "glib proposals" and "easy panaceas," he cried, were "nothing but the methods of Hitler and Stalin ... It is thought control borrowed from the Japanese." He rode the theme so hard that the Portland Oregonian was finally aroused to a tut-tutting editorial: "Let's not have an Oregon campaign based on who hates Communism most...
...many the most inspired horseman who ever held a pair of reins, has been in & out of sanitariums for alcoholism in recent years. Buddy Ensor, after losing many a bout with the bottle, died last winter in New York City. Laverne Fator, perhaps the iciest jockey who ever rode a horse, killed himself a few years ago. Tod Sloan, who made and squandered over a million dollars, ended up wheedling dimes from street crowds, billed as "the strangest dwarf in the world...
...stole another long race?the two-mile Jockey Club Gold Cup ?exactly the same way. But he isn't always the best rider on every horse. One very good one that he can't ride is Stymie, greatest of the money-earners (with $823,560). He once rode Stymie, whom he says he doesn't "fit," admitted that he must have looked like Ned the Coachman coming down the stretch...