Word: shook
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Manhattan she felt at home as soon as she walked into her first Christmas Eve party and saw her future husband, Adman J. Addison Robb Jr. "He had a little black mustache and shook up the cocktails. He was just my idea of a city slicker." When, after 18 months, Publisher Patterson suddenly promoted her to society editor, she simply carried her notebook and pencil to debutante parties and night clubs, asked friendly photographers to point out important faces...
...Hippodrome last week, the ancient rafters that once shook for Diver Annette Kellerman shook again with shouts of mucho and arriba, as a cosmopolitan audience, looking like a first-night opera crowd, crammed into tiers of red & gold chairs, witnessed as exciting a jai-alai program as they had ever seen in any Latin country. The program consisted of four games (three doubles and one singles), with entr'actes of Spanish fandangos to keep the spectators' minds off the absence of betting-an integral part of the game's popularity in other cities. Headliners were the "Four...
...Australian bowlers three days to get him out; how he was at bat 13½hours, ran 6½ miles; how the mayor of Pudsey sent him a telegram after every 50 runs; how, when he surpassed Don Bradman's record, the game was interrupted, all the players shook his hand, a waiter in tails and white tie scampered onto the field with a drink of lemonade, 30,000 spectators rose as one and sang For He's a Jolly Good Fellow...
...Antonians began to follow Dumpy like children after the Pied Piper. Throughout the neighborhood, treasure hunters began pocking the ground like so many 'forty-niners. But Dumpy shook all pursuers, kept her source secret. By week's end she had brought in $18. Mrs. Stiles took some of the bills to a bank, where she was assured they were neither marked nor on wanted lists. This week all San Antonio was interested or involved in the hunt for Dumpy's roll...
Pushing the accelerator down to the floor, he sped to the nearest drugstore, tried artificial respiration for ten minutes. The baby began to turn blue. The druggist shook his head. "He's dead," said he. But the agonized father would not give up hope. He dashed 14 miles to Wheeling, ran into the hospital, gave the baby to Dr. Edward L. Larson. Dr. Larson put Robert into a hot bath, massaged his heart, tried artificial respiration, and finally adrenalin to constrict the small blood vessels and send a rush of necessary blood to the heart. In half an hour...