Word: stiffs
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Stiff-faced and stoical was a crowd clustered about the entrance of the Old Town Coal Company's mine at McAlester, Okla. last week. Out of the mine were carried 60 bodies. Three were unconscious, overcome by afterdamp (carbon monoxide) which had followed a muffled explosion below. The rest, wrapped in burlap to conceal the charred mutilation or gas-choked contortions of their faces, were dead. Of them, 34 were Mexicans, 15 were Negroes. The bodies were exhibited in improvised morgues. Many were unidentifiable. One was identified by a broken...
...laymen a gridiron evening constitutes a stiff examination in political current events. For professional politicians it is a trying game like "Truth." Last week President Hoover good naturedly watched his "Commission-a-Month Club" recess before it became a "Commission-a-Minute Club." The Hoover "Naval Yardstick" was brought forth in an elaborate box which proved to be empty, though a gridironer insisted it contained "the same yardstick that was used to place agriculture on a parity with manufacturing." A counterfeit Harry Ford Sinclair raced through the ballroom brandishing a revolver in pursuit of the man who said you could...
...tempest's end, U. S. citizens home for Christmas disembarked, sleepless, stiff, scared, after the worst crossing any of them had ever remembered. Passengers on the ponderous Berengaria told how their ship rolled till sea water dashed over the funnels, how the steel walls of the rudder house had been squashed like a sardine tin. The Bremen, world's fastest liner, was forced to crawl for two days at five knots per hour, pouring oil on the water. In mid-ocean a gigantic wave set the ship nearly on its beam ends, knocked two teeth from the jaw of Monsignor...
...than made up by pomp displayed by the Supreme Pontiff. At the technical frontier of the minuscule Vatican State the eight motor cars stopped. There, brilliant in the warm December sunshine stood Commendatore Serafini, Governor of Vatican City; Prince Massimo, Papal Postmaster General, gorgeous in hose, doublet and a stiff medieval ruff, with a red-plumed morion on his head; and Commendatore de Mandato, general of the Pope's Armies. Out of his automobile stepped short-legged Vittorio Emanuele III, in the grey-green and silver dress uniform of a field marshal. From his hat sprouted a white aigrette...
Rank still counts: this particular camp, in which only officers are allowed, is ruled by the ranking officer with the severe discipline, the stiff etiquette, of the regular army. To pass the time the prisoners write novels, play soundless music on a plank painted like the keyboard of a piano, compose invisible petitions on imaginary typewriters. Amateur theatricals turn the whole camp into a burrow of homosexuality. When the Russian Revolution and the Treaty of Brest-Litovsk come, the prisoners plan an escape en masse, nearly run into a massacre, are thankful to get back to their safe prison again...