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Word: sweats (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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November hours--Ours, yours, mine, everybody's. You only stay in an hour but you sweat plenty...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE CRIME | 9/22/1928 | See Source »

...Rowlands (vexed at the question, and not looking up): "What d'you th-" (Then, stammering, as he sees by whom he is addressed) :"I . . . . I mean . . . . I am laying a kerbstone." Exalted Personage (preparing to canter urbanely away): "A kerbstone? Ah, a useful improvement." Laborer Rowlands (wiping cold sweat from his brow, as the hoofbeats recede): "Lor! 'Is Majesty...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GREAT BRITAIN: Exalted Platitude | 6/4/1928 | See Source »

...through an unlighted life, and labors only that another may hear the cheers, that another may have his name listed among the immortals. Beneath the whiplash tongue of professional coaches he has never failed to bend his back to the oar, parrying thrusts till the beads of sweat stood out on his bosom. But when earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, there need be little sympathy for this graduate of the school of hard Knox. The name of the Blackshirt will lead all the rest...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: LEST WE FORGET | 5/12/1928 | See Source »

...leading up to the fact that Professor Murdock is giving a lecture on "The American Short Story since 1870" this morning at 10 o'clock in Harvard 1, at which the Vagabond expects to be present. For even if Poe is his favorite, he likes to wipe the cold sweat off his brow every now and then and enjoy the tales of O. Henry, Richard Harding Davis, and many others whom Professor Murdock will probably cover...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Tbe Student Vagabond | 4/26/1928 | See Source »

...could see three horses rising to the last jump. The horse in the middle, which had no rider, interfered with the one on the inside and made him stumble. The jockey fell off, got on again, and rode after the other horse which, staggering and covered with mud and sweat, Tipperary Tim, 100 to 1 shot, crossed under the wire a winner. Billy Barton, the horse that had stumbled, with Tom Cullinan up, was second at 33 to 1. There was no third. "Where did that fine horse stumble?" said the King of Afghanistan to the Countess Dejumilhac...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Grand National | 4/9/1928 | See Source »

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