Word: splatterer
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...rude. Just when manners seemed to be improving, along comes your magazine, grabs Grandma Literary Digest by the seat of her inner chaps, and throws her clear out of the literary corral. Then your writers began spitting through their teeth to show how smart they were and began to splatter us with them there grammer...
...seem to drag in spite of honest acting, deft direction, superb photography and Richard Hageman's salty musical score. Best shot: the Glencairn's crew plastered prone on the ship's deck, with only the roar of Stukas, the splash of bombs on the water, the splatter of machine-gun bullets on the white canvas to indicate a Nazi bombing raid...
...southwest of Norway." They gave pursuit, and chased the German ships all night. Next day a force of German bombers appeared and attacked, echelon after echelon. Germans later claimed ten direct hits, six with heavy bombs, four with medium. The British reported that one shot came close enough to splatter splinters on a cruiser. Two German planes, either crippled or lost, made forced landings in Danish territory, one went down off the Danish coast and one in Norway. Attacking force, according to the British: 50 planes; according to an excited Norwegian fishing boat captain...
...crowd watched Johnstown take the lead, just as expected. Down the backstretch he kept in front. But it was no runaway, like the Derby. Gilded Knight was on his heels, stride for stride. Coming into the homestretch, Challedon, who had been trailing the leaders, flew past them in a splatter of mud, crossed the finish line a length and a half-in front of Gilded Knight. Mighty Johnstown, with mud in his eye, strolled in next to last, almost ear to ear with last-place Ciencia, only filly in the race...
...appointed day, when Chief John Edgar Hoover suddenly appeared with ten G-men, proposed an immediate raid. Refusing to wait for police headquarters to be notified, the No. 1 G-man and his squad rapped on Brunette's door, got a splatter of bullets for answer. For an hour they pumped revolver, rifle and submachine-gun bullets, tossed tear gas bombs into the apartment. Its Venetian blinds ignited. Firemen came, and were caught in the cross fire between desperado and G-men. Shot in the thigh, Brunette's wife staggered out of the smoking apartment. His pistols empty...