Word: snatch
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...rate, he doesn't succeed, and he's the one who is put out of the way-- by the hero sleuth, John Cotten. Cotten really goes for Bergman, and when he tracks down Bad-Man Boyer in the corner of the attic, just in the act of putting the snatch on the jewels, he lets him have it. No more Boyer. And Master Cotten is left with Bergman all to himself. And they no doubt live happily ever after. It's just as simple as that...
Weight-lifting contests usually involve lifting a bar bell overhead by three methods: the two-hand snatch, the two-hand clean and jerk, the two-hand military press.* Atlas' share of this year's honors went to York's Emerick Ishikawa, a 23-year-old Japanese-American in the 123-lb. class. At the A.A.U. championships in Chattanooga, Tenn. he added 19¼ Ib. to the snatch record by lifting 193 Ib. He cleaned and jerked a record...
...Hiking Bishop." And Winchester was a rest after Southwark. Sometimes the Bishop would take off a whole afternoon to discuss the problems of visiting vicars or to take tea with a County family. He might even snatch several days to dash off a treatise on What Is Man? At Winchester Bishop Garbett began his hikes about the rural parishes, for which he has become famous. Hiking, for an Anglican bishop, is still something of an episcopal innovation, and has given Dr. Garbett the nickname of "The Hiking Bishop...
What the returning soldiers think or fail to think about religion will determine to a large extent the human and social climate of the postwar world. That is why many people snatch so eagerly at the notion that "there are no atheists in the foxholes." But recently two authoritative realists, Dr. Daniel A. Poling, World's Christian Endeavor Union president, and Dr. Bernard Iddings Bell, stated flatly (TIME, Jan. 3; Jan. 31) that soldiers are scarcely thinking about religion at all. Last week a Jesuit chaplain (whose name was with held) corroborated their report...
Against the Elements. A cold, dismal rain drips steadily on American infantrymen slogging through the mud. Snow caps the high hills. On roadsides, in vineyards and olive groves of "sunny Italy," troops snatch much-needed rest. Punch-drunk with weariness, shoulders hunched against the chill wetness, they sit with their feet in the gumbo. Hot coffee is a Waldorf luxury. Wood is too wet to burn. When some anonymous genius discovered that the two wrappings around the K rations would burn just long enough to heat a canteen-cup of coffee, he won the soldiers' undying gratitude...