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Word: spatting (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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...retail price of tea- which Britons drink at the rate of 10 Ib. each per annum-fell fourpence a pound (8?), much to the satisfaction of poor and thrifty citizens who would ordinarily vote Laborite. Perhaps some of them will now gratefully vote Conservative. Therefore the angry Labor pixie spat at Conservative Churchill that his latest opus was a "Brib-ery Budget!" After that-cripple or no cripple-it was Parliamentary war to the knife. Not unnaturally, Mr. Churchill, a man of flesh and gusto, who looks as if he had never spent a sick day in his life, watched...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Bilking, Tub-Thumping | 4/29/1929 | See Source »

...their ladies following in the next one. The chauffeur of the No. 1 car stepped on the self-starter. Wheels within groaned loudly but the motor would not start. The chauffeur gasped at himself and the motor. The Chief looked worried. Cameramen pressed in closer. Finally the engine spat, caught, hummed properly and the open car rolled down the gravel drive and out upon Pennsylvania Avenue. Calvin Coolidge did not look back at the White House. Mrs. Coolidge paused to say goodbye to policeman at the gate...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: The Chief | 3/11/1929 | See Source »

Annoyed by noises interfering with a sound-production, one William Seiter, directing Corinne Griffith, tore off his derby hat, spat and stamped on it. He received next day from Miss Griffith a new derby, black, shiny, made...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Variations Mar. 11, 1929 | 3/11/1929 | See Source »

...Galliénne enunciation is crisp, precise. Her sarcasm is spat out with a spasmodic languor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theatre: Two Heddas | 2/18/1929 | See Source »

...With my friend Mme. Kittle, I sat on a couch in the wings. Mme. Olszewska saw us?. She sang, right with the music. 'What are you doing there, you dirty dogs?' I never heard a taxicab driver use such language. Then she came closer and spat. It [the spittle] struck Mme. Kittle on the cheek. I fainted and they carried me to my dressing-room...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Unison | 11/5/1928 | See Source »

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