Word: spat
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Soon French workers singing the Internationale were sedately parading around with figures of capitalists whom they had hanged in effigy and a great scare shot through bourgeois Frenchmen, including their spat-wearing new Premier who is a Socialist by party but no revolutionist at heart. In his new fear Premier Blum finally announced that, although French police would not arrest occupiers of factories, they would suppress any disorder in the streets. That night jumpy Socialist Salengro, Minister of Interior, called to Paris steel-helmeted gardes mobiles with rifles in their hands, bade them keep gimlet eyes on his own Socialist...
...July 18, 1918, the 28th infantry of the A.E.F.'s First division found itself in a tough frontline sector near Soissons. Between it and a troop of French Colonials on its left was a jutting mound and rock quarry from which a nest of German machine guns spat a relentless enfilade fire. Seeing that the U. S. flank would soon be shredded to bits, Lieutenant Parker ordered his platoon and a group of wandering, disorganized French Colonials to follow him up the hill. Few minutes later Lieutenant Parker and his men had effectively silenced the German guns, captured...
...relentless Italian advance, Haile Selassie took refuge for a day or two at Magdala, burned by the British in 1868, scene of the suicide of the Emperor's predecessor, Theodore. Magdala's peasants were heartily sick of the war. Many a glum-faced, kinky-polled native spat in the dust as the little imperial party passed. Some crept up to the imperial quarters. A volley of shots crashed through the windows. The Emperor's valet and his chamberlain, both of whom were standing talking to their master, dropped dead. The little Emperor was not scratched...
Into New York City police headquarters last week walked a twinkly-eyed little man between two Federal agents. At the desk Lieutenant James Finn, oldtime New York detective, glanced up in surprise, remarked: "Hello, Johnny. I haven't seen you in a long time." Into his handkerchief Johnny spat an inaudible reply...
...Germany so united on paper as to leave no outside doubt that he was its one & only master. Before him was a ring of sovereign powers who could not make up their common mind what to do about this fuzzy-lipped little man who had just spat in their respective faces...