Word: shod
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...production, price and distribution of all Chilean copper. In effect, U.S. companies would lose their firm hold over the world's biggest source of the metal outside U.S. borders. Chile was reluctant to take the move. But its determination to stand on its own economic feet, whether well-shod by U.S. dollars or not, was too strong to permit an alternative...
...Divided." One day last week, escorted by 400 Moorish guards mounted on gold-shod Arabian steeds, Franco rode to the Cortes. No less resplendent than his escorts, whose azure, red & orange capes flowed in the wind, the Caudillo wore the yellow, red & gold dress uniform of a Field Marshal of Spain. Briskly he entered the Cortes chamber through a special door which had been ripped open for him the night before, was bricked up again after the ceremony. Bobbing up & down, Franco acknowledged the cheers of the white-jacketed Procuradores (Cortes members) and the blue-uniformed Falangists. On hand...
...Weiss Nicht." An angular, middle-aged woman, who had been weaving through the crowd from sidewalk to curb in a futile effort to keep her ill-shod feet dry, suddenly sighted the twelve men. She stopped in her tracks, stared wide-eyed at them for a full minute. Then she dropped her threadbare market bag, flew across the street in front of a lumbering, charcoal-burning truck and threw herself with a gasping cry upon the third prisoner. Prisoners and passers-by paused and gaped dumbly at the two Rodinesque figures fingering the backs of each other's rough...
...went home to his old house on Orne St. His horse was shod. Joe could hear it galloping through the silent streets of North Attleboro, through old Boston, across Massachusetts, across Connecticut and New York, across Illinois, across Missouri, across Nevada and California, galloping up the coast to Washington...
...countryside between Trenton and Princeton was gentle to the eye, but frozen and cruelly hard to the ill-shod men of Washington's rabble in arms. The back road by which the Continental General hoped to outflank Lord Cornwallis was full of tree stumps-which made heavy work for the cannoneers wrestling the rag-muffled wheels. Perhaps the General, flushed with his Christmas Night victory at Trenton, was now going...