Word: sword
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...time of the earthquake (or fire if you prefer), when people turning over for a last snooze before breakfast found themselves exposed to the startled public view and sliding pajamaed into the street; riotous nights in New York when Barymore and his cronies stole the huge plaster sword from the Dewey arch and paraded with it through every bar on Broadway; nights not so riotous but equally fertile in reminiscence, nights that ended with a breakfast of hot water, pepper and salt in default of money to buy anything more filling; this is the kind of a life that everyone...
...Discovery near Chillicothe, Ohio, of a sword buckler and scabbard with fragments of corroded iron or steel. (Copper from Lake Superior was the hardest metal worked in by Moundbuilders or Indians...
...first story, however, an Englishman fights malaria, long before and long afterward, with whiskey. One day his wife finds him lying drunk in bed, "with nothing on but a sarong." She cuts his throat with a Malay sword. In another yarn, an Irishman named Gallagher gets sick with violent, devastating hiccups in mid-Indian ocean, dies-supposedly because his fat Malay mistress had uttered a curse upon him. This incident so profoundly moves one Mrs. Hamlyn (contemplating divorce) that she sits down, writes her husband: "Think kindly of me and be happy, happy, happy." The best part of this story...
They stood in the hallway of the bishop of their diocese-young Jack and Bernardone and the bishop. At their feet was a parcel of rich woven-stuffs, linen and cloth of gold, a silver altar cloth, a sword-belt. The bishop, brown and quiet, was explaining something, half-humorously, to Pietro Bernardone; the merchant seemed too angry to hear him. Had he ever denied his son anything? Why, Jack's friends called him Francis because of his rich ways. And now to turn thief. If Jack had asked he would have given him that bundle of gewgaws...
...sons of Islam carried the 600-pound red, leaden coffin containing his body for a mile and a half from a Westbury funeral parlor to the Sikorsky hangar. Upon the coffin was the now obsolete flag of the Imperial Russian Navy under the Tsar. Upon this were the crossed sword and scabbard once belonging to Lieutenant Islamoff. Glistening from a verdant cloth at one end was the golden star and crescent of Islam. As his bier rested on the three burned-out Gnome-Rhone-Jupiter motors of the demolished plane, Mullah Hussan, a Mohammedan priest, read with tears...