Word: shook
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...just before he swung. Haas barely ticked the ball, which dribbled a few feet. It was an easy put-out at first. Roared Haas: "That was that sweat ball!" The sweat ball (which is a spit ball parading as an accident of nature) is illegal. But the umpire shook his head and the game went on. Schoolboy Rowe of the Philadelphia Phillies grinned; whatever it was, that pitch had gotten him out of many a tight spot...
Kunkel faced them as calmly as William Cody facing the thundering buffalo of the western plains. He smiled, he shook hands, amid a sea of spring hats, he nodded. When Mrs. David Carr Sr., vice president of the Councils, showed him her knees which she had bruised slipping in a puddle, he made no audible reply. When one constituent kissed him and dozens squealed happily, he just braced himself. When sightseeing buses finally took the 800 off on a tour of the city, including the zoo, he walked away steadily and surely...
...there was work to be done: pigs to be castrated and vaccinated, worn (but irreplaceable) farm machinery to be repaired. With the help of his two sons, he moved the new pigs into the open lot. He picked up one, looked at it carefully, and shook his head. "Pigs and hogs are the mortgage payers," he said, "but these pigs aren't much good. Look at 'em, no pep. They're just weak...
...shook his head. First they won suffrage and now--This. He might get used to the idea in time, but it would take quite a while. And what's more, he thought, as he knocked the heel from his pipe, he would always live in fear of seeing girl cheerleaders at the next Harvard-Yale game...
...peasants of Gagliano crowded around the exile with friendly curiosity, helped him find lodgings, shook their heads sympathetically. They pitied him for being out of civilized circulation; they and their forebears had lived thus for untold centuries-since the legendary days when Prince Aeneas and his Trojan followers founded the Roman race. "We're not Christians," the peasants gravely told Painter Levi; "Christ stopped short of here, at Eboli"-the point at which the highway leaves the blue Gulf of Taranto and loses itself in Lucania's arid wastes...