Word: throat
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...knees. It was night. I pretended to be asleep. They began to doze. I waited until they were sound asleep. Then I got up with a piece of steel rod in one hand and a broken bottle in the other. I brained the first man near me, slashed the throat of the second one with the broken bottle and laid about with the steel rod. My aim was good. I stretched the other two out and then slit their throats. . . . After that I did a dash for the underbrush. . . . By this time the rest of the bandits began shooting...
...Standard of N. Y. sees no reason for cutting its own throat by rejecting Russian oil, the U. S. State Department has approved trade with Russia. Standard of N. Y., having no Rumanian oil rights, must buy Russian oil to maintain its position in the Eastern market. Standard will fight Shell...
...Baker, two really great men, brings to mind a little poem, towit: "A little dog barked at the big red moon That smiled in the evening sky. The neighbors smote him with rocks and shoon- But still he continued his ragful tune. And he barked 'till his throat was dry. But, soon 'neath the hill that obstructed the west, The moon sank out of sight; And the little dog said, as he laid down to rest, "Well, I scared it away all right." L. V. LA TASTE...
Died. Jacob da Silva Solis-Cohen, 89, first surgeon to operate successfully on cancer of the throat; at Philadelphia. He developed the science of laryngoscopy and taught most of the present specialists. When J. Ramsay MacDonald, onetime English Prime Minister, visited the U. S. last April and fell ill, Dr. Solis-Cohen attended him personally...
...remainder of the summer at her Riviera villa. This lady who had danced a thousand times with a veil waving in her hands like a bright tenuous flag, and who had wrapped life closely about her like a brilliant shawl, one summer day tied a red scarf around her throat and stepped into her automobile. As she drove along the roads that sloped down to the sea, a warm slow wind fumbled at her scarf and blew it back so that it stretched and flapped along the body of the car. Then the wind tangled its tassels in the spokes...