Word: shook
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...group of men fidgeted on a platform in Waterloo Station, London. Trains puffed in, carriage doors flew open, a host of grinning Americans and Canadians flocked out. The fidgeters, English reception committee of the Associated Advertising Clubs of the World, sprang into action, shook hands, in every direction, loaded the grinners into a fleet of taxis, chugged off with them toward the Strand to the 20th Annual International Advertising Convention...
...morning the 57th Regiment of the Filipino Scouts and part of the Twelfth Medical Regiment refused to turn out for drill and other martial exercises. Their white officers exhorted them; the 600 Filipinos shook their heads. As a matter of fact, they wanted more pay. They are paid on the same scale that American soldiers are paid, but whereas the Americans are paid dollars, the Filipinos are paid pesos. Pesos are worth 50? each, and the Scouts had discovered that the arrangement worked to their disadvantage. They considered what fitting action should be taken and decided to prepare...
...battle of bad words and scowls became on the moment a raging war of fists. Roars went up from the Left, as they charged from their benches upon the Right Députés. Yells of defiance were hurled by the Right upon the advancing Left. The collision shook the Chambre. Fists shot out to eyes, noses and ears. Yells of hate and screams of pain deafened the onlookers. In one corner was ex-Minister of War André Maginot, defending his person against the assaults of the enemy. Wallops were given, wallops were taken. M. Maginot proved himself...
Fourth Day. Next morning three gigantic American shot-putters-Clarence Houser, Glenn Hartranft, Ralph G. Hills-strode determinedly out of the locker-room. Picking up their missiles they catapulted them afar, shook hands with each other, strode back to the locker-room. Down came the Finnish flag, up went America...
Dainty in dimity, dapper in flannels, society at Great Neck, L. I., flocked to a lawn fête. There was food, drink, talking, tittering. Into the midst of the festive scene marched a godlike creature, dressed almost as for the ancient Olympics. He smiled, shook and kissed hands all round, proceeded to a roped-off platform on the greensward. There his actions banished the last lingering doubt that he was Georges Carpentier, "gorgeous orchid man of France," beginning to train for his bout on July 24 with Gene Tunney, American light heavyweight champion, at the Polo Grounds, Manhattan...