Word: roped
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Chicago, Irving K. Pond, one-time President of the American Institute of Architects, celebrated his 70th birthday last week with able handsprings and headsprings.* On hearing this news, Chester Lavere, 57, another Chicagoan, seized a rope, demonstrated his own athletic age by skipping it at a rate of 1 2/3 skips per second for two hours, a grand total of 12,000 skips. Skipper Lavere was puffing and heaving when he stopped. Later he explained his agility: "I eat raw meat, everything raw. Eating raw stuff was the only thing that enabled me to do this. . . . From now on, there...
...have no doubt that the smart, rich city people you pretend to know (and maybe do, for all I care) feel like pinning a medal (or at least like hanging a rope of pearls) on any of their women who manages to have a child and not give up the ghost...
...four official hunters to kill off coyotes, which have been biting and infecting live stock with rabies. At Bear Valley, Ore., Raymond Vancil's horse, a grass-eater, suddenly tried to bite his master's leg, then dashed through three wire fences, before the man could rope, throw and kill it. Near Izee, Ore., Elmer Angell's cow, gone mad, chased him off his hay wagon and into his house...
...narrator comes in, as an astute young literata fresh from the wheat belt, starved for silk lingerie and articulate courtship. An editor from whose gentle, sadistic lip cigarets droop two and three at a time; a svelte social secretary from Virginia who has come through three marriages with a rope scar around her neck and a bright-haired daughter, but without rings or crowsfeet; an aged German baron with a limp and many liaisons; a social-climbing physician whose heart is in interior decorating; a reportorial dandy; a gangster's girl and their "oozy" baby?are other marionettes in this...
Before dawn in Elsinore, Denmark, where Hamlet saw his father's ghost, a young British newspaper correspondent excitedly climbed aboard a small tugboat. He, Philip Gibbs of the London Daily Chronicle, was late in covering his assignment. Finally he reached the good ship Hans Egede, scrambled up a rope ladder. On deck, newspapermen talked about the North Pole in polyglot tongues. Mr. Gibbs introduced himself to a man with a heavy nose and queer eyes, who said: "Come and have some breakfast...