Word: sweated
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When news of the suicide of Henry Charles Whitehouse reached London, Strauss & Co.'s second largest stockholder collapsed in a sweat, was hospitalized with a nervous breakdown. Trading on the hoary old Baltic Mercantile & Shipping Exchange, biggest grain market in Europe, virtually halted while the managers posted a notice cancelling Strauss & Co.'s trading privileges. In Bombay, Bank of India and five other Indian banks started proceedings to collect the money which Manager Whitehouse had been ordered to stop paying. That day it was announced that Strauss & Co. had failed with losses estimated...
Ferdinand Pecora made many a millionaire sweat and squirm as he ferreted out Wall Street's secrets for the Senate Banking & Currency Committee (TIME, Feb. 27, 1933 et seq.). For his services the swart, Sicilian-born inquisitor received $300 per month and the thanks of his President in the form of a one-year appointment to the Securities & Exchange Commission (TIME, July 9). Last week Lawyer Pecora received from New York's Governor Lehman the reward which he really wanted. To serve the unexpired eight years of a resigned justice's term. Governor Lehman appointed Mr. Pecora...
...sudden, doctor, my ears begin to buzz. The room swirls around me. My eyes jerk and I can't keep them still. I reel, and if I don't catch hold of something I fall to the floor. Sometimes I faint. I break into a cold clammy sweat. I feel nauseated. And, doctor, I can't help vomiting. These attacks have been coming over me more frequently. I used to be able to hear perfectly clearly in spite of the buzzing in my ears. But now I am getting deaf. And, doctor, I'm afraid I'm going...
...Sergeant Honda out in front in the police pilot car. Since any street down which His Majesty is to ride must first be swept, purified and sanded, to make a wrong turn might seem impossible. Suddenly Sergeant Honda's heart was in his throat, his eyes bulged and sweat poured from his forehead. His pilot car had made a wrong turn. He was leading the Divine Emperor down a street unswept, unsanded, and unguarded! As horrified courtiers later reported, "'The surprised spectators were not even fittingly garbed...
...week to worry over his budget. For years the San Francisco Opera ran no deficit. Last season there was one of some $30,000. Merola often undertakes a performance with next to no rehearsals; Hertz demands many. But as the solid old German stood in the pit last week, sweat gleaming from his bald pate, his beard pointing eagerly toward the stage. San Franciscans forgot all about dollars and deficits in the fine sweep of his orchestral performance...