Word: sprang
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Strasbourg, France, a schoolmaster, one Bernard Joerg, lived with his dog. Last week the two went for a walk. Lost in abstraction, M. Joerg started to cross a railroad track; a train leaped out of the twilight, sprang at his shoulder like a huge beast, spun him around through the air, smashed his legs against a fence. Townsfolk came running-stopped, terrified, a dozen yards from the moaning, broken body. At Joerg's feet crouched the dog. Something had hurt his master, let no one else try it. The dark snarling beast, the little circle of white faces...
...country. The President announced his refusal, in spite of a recommendation by the Tariff Commission, to raise the duty on cotton-warp knit-fabric gloves. Before the War these gloves were always made in Germany. When the War came and cut off the German supply, the industry sprang up in this country. More recently the German competition sprang into existence again and began to undersell the U. S. commodity. In 1922 in the Fordney-McCumber Act, the duty on these gloves was raised so that it ranges from 63% to 75%, at which it remains. None the less...
...Angeles, a sprinter, one Keith Lloyd, cousin of Harold Lloyd, crouched for his start, glancing nervously at his opponent. A pistol roared. Away went Lloyd. After him sprang his rival, a little Chevrolet* automobile. Lloyd, "champion sprinter of the University of Southern California," was three strides ahead before the spitting, snorting car had got into second. At the finish, man and car were neck and hub, timed at 10.3 in a dead-heat finish...
...wrenching, a crunching, a howling of steel, and "Everyone beat it" cried one of the 15. Colonel Hall, as he sprang to the ladder, scrambled up. Fourteen men were left...
...shoots of twitch grass, for the chairman of the greens committee to make efficient little dents with his heel in the sleek turf of the first tee, and for a few bag-shirted "guineas" to roam through the dusk, disconsolate but faithful in their contemplation of water-lilies that sprang up from slippery rubber stalks on the more pallid putting greens...