Word: sparking
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...this then, the CCA also had a good issue with which to spark the speeches of the eighteen people it is endorsing for school committee and city council. Further, with its policy of making its candidates pledge to uphold a definite platform approved by CCA members, the association is a constructive force in electing good candidates to city offices...
Four Negro newsmen had foolishly approached the crowd from the rear. It was the tinder's spark. Some 20 rednecks turned on the Negroes, began chasing them back down the block. Other whites streamed behind. A one-armed man, his dimpled stump below his shirtsleeve, swung wildly at one Negro. Another Negro (a onetime U.S. marine) decided not to run, ambled with terrifying dignity through a gauntlet of blows, kicks and curses. A cop stood on a car bumper to get a better view. Other cops moved toward the fighting. Faubus Henchman James Karam cried angrily, "The nigger started...
...lazed through four rounds. Sparring partners put on a fair imitation of Basilio's brawling style while Sugar put on a fair imitation of a man who knows how to defend himself but sees no point in overexertion. "The roar of the crowd will give him a spark," promised Manager Gainford. "Just wait till Sugar hears the crowd...
...Russian shells had been fished out of Berlin's Havel River and brought to the police explosives site on the city's outskirts. To Stephan the job seemed routine. But as he unscrewed the fuse of a six-inch grenade, friction may have touched off a spark. The shell went up with a great explosion. When the smoke cleared, Berlin's disarmament expert was dead. At week's end 8,000 Berliners flocked to pay tribute at the funeral of Sergeant Werner Stephan...
Half Slave. The crowd was strangely quiet, almost as chilly as the Finns who looked Khrushchev over in Helsinki last June. As the inevitable flaxen-haired girls skipped forward with their whopping bouquets, little groups here and there tried to spark pro-Soviet chants, but their efforts fell flat. Hastily, a band struck up a tune, the old nationalist Prussian Glory march. As Khrushchev finally launched into a speech, a husky Negro, resplendent in billowing orange tribal robes, burst through police lines, capered up to the platform and reached out at him. Kicked and pummeled back into the crowd...