Word: smote
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...passed by, stopped to curse, to abuse Gettis for his idleness. When reproved, he issued a profane challenge to fisticuffs. A crowd formed. Up leapt Mr. Gettis. His old hand, rivered with dull veins, blotched along the back with great patches like distended freckles, hardened into a knot, smote the bully upon the chin, dropped him to the sidewalk. Said Mr. Gettis: "I'm not too old to thrash an upstart...
...must descend. And there below them the first streak of blue seen in eight hours indicated water, a "lead" in the pack ice. Down nosed Amundsen in the N-25, the N24 following suit. Suddenly, a break in the steady roar of the motors, as startling as a shout, smote Amundsen's ear. N-25's engine had died. The pilot, Riiser-Larsen, now must land wherever he could. God help him ! He made the water, but not the main "lead." The plane torpedoed into a hummock, quivered and lay still, stuck fast...
...troop of the Royal Household Cavalry. At the Temple Bar, the Lord Mayor met their Majesties, surrendered to the King the keys of the City and the emblematic pearl sword of privileges. The royal party drove on to Leadenhall Street, where the King alighted from his carriage, smote a stone with a mallet, tested the stone's lie with a spirit-level, declared it "well and truly laid." The occasion was the laying of the foundation stone of a new building to be occupied by Lloyd's,* the world-famed insurance company and underwriters. Before laying the stone...
...innings last Saturday the University nine arose in its wrath and smote the Brown bear so lustily that a 7 to 0 score showed on the score-board. Even this advantage was not enough for victory, however, for in the ensuing seven rounds the Crimson made its poorest showing of the season, dissipated its early lead, and lost 10 to 7. As Yale took the measure of a Princeton team which had twice beaten Harvard with ease, the net result of the afternoon was decidedly damaging to Crimson hopes against the Blue...
...music that stole, with a mutter of muffled tom-toms, out of Africa. It hid with the Norway rats in the hold, of pitching slave-ships; it crawled between the leaves of missionary Bibles to leap out grimacing and twitching, whenever a buck preacher smote the Book with his barrelhouse fist. The cadence of the cakewalk, wild plantation revels, darktown strutters' balls; the frenetic hallelujahs of jubilee revivals where hundreds of Negroes, drunk with ecstasy, wash in the blood of the Lamb, the shifting, subtle rhythms of such spirituals as All God's Chillun Got Wings and Swing Low, Sweet...