Word: spats
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...been kicked, spat upon and otherwise insulted. Another woman had been shot in the stomach, made a prisoner, and taken to the inn, where we found her." Correspondents found both women in a hospital at Falkenau. Dr. Stoehr, the Sudeten physician in charge, hustled them out while the women called from their beds, "Let us speak to the foreign correspondents...
...unknown reason, the famed geysers of Yellowstone Park in recent months have acted up. Eruption schedules have been disrupted. Old Faithful spat its steam to a record height of 223 ft. But according to a U. S. Department of Interior report last month (TIME, July 4), Old Faithful was still true to its name: it still blew off for five minutes every hour, like clockwork...
Walking across the Johns Hopkins campus one day after a rain, Dr. Wood passed a group of students. As he went by, he spat into a puddle. Instantly, to their amazement, a jet of diabolic yellow flame spurted from the water, fizzled for several seconds before going out. When he passed the same way a quarter-hour later, the students were still arguing about how he did it. What the scientist had done was to conceal a bit of metallic sodium in a piece of paper in his hand. Sodium is so active chemically that it burns on contact with...
Further evidence of the insidious war propaganda was shown Tuesday night when the sounds of "tramping foemen" echoed through the entire building dedicated to peaceful research. "Who would think of death or sorrow? Death is glory now" the Harvard Glee Club spat out with vicious determination...
little-publicized nephew of Mrs. Andrew Carnegie, went on a beer-drinking bout, returned home, had a spat with his bride of less than a year, told her he was "going to disappear." After spending the night in Long Island hotel, where employes reported he had arrived in a boisterous state, moody Andrew Whitfield drove to Roosevelt Field, climbed into the cockpit of his small, silver Taylor-Cub monoplane, told attendants he was off to Brentwood, 20-odd miles away. Flyer Whitfield then nosed his plane into a mild easterly wind, disappeared from sight. Next afternoon an eight-State search...