Word: thrust
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...skull, flesh pretty well messed up with scars, folds and wrinkles but amazingly firm in outline. Head like a big trunk, battered by travel and covered with labels, mostly indecipherable. Cosmopolitan, intact but hard-used. Color warm neutral with dingy hair, thick and ill-groomed at rear. Heavy jowl, thrust out and up like an iguana. Mouth curved judicially, lower lip protrudes. Eyes slanting with complicated puckers beneath, giving air of speculation rather than dissipation. Form lumbering, sits carelessly in comfort with wrinkled shoulders. Bright, direct look, the frank, clear gaze of craft. Clever as hell but so innocent. Tactful...
Last week Assistant Superintendent William Victor Machonachy of the University of Maryland's University Hospital (oldest in Baltimore, founded 1823), told how a staff surgeon was working inside a woman's abdomen when the anesthetist suddenly cried: "Doctor, I cannot feel her pulse." The surgeon thrust his hand under the patient's diaphragm, gently squeezed the heart against the chest wall, slowly relaxed it, squeezed again, relaxed. In a few seconds the heart was beating by itself, and the surgeon resumed the operation...
With quarterback Roosevelt temporarily out of the game, sojourning in the sunny south, the Washington ball-toters emerge from the huddle with four different players, each calling separate signals. Ickes insists on an aerial thrust, "Bigger and Better Government Spending," and Moffet wants a power drive, "Let Private Business Do It." To complicate matters further, Hopkins demands a PWA play as Wallace insists his triple A threat will deliver the goods. This is a fascinating spectacle in all its ironic humor recalling satirical memories anent Ford's famous Peace Ship of some twenty years ago. All we need...
...Majesty announced that the Rumanian Army-already larger than the U. S. Army-must be further enlarged and equipped with even better Krupp guns "because of the prevailing international insecurity." That chore done, the state carriage clop-clopped back toward the palace. Suddenly a man darted from the crowd, thrust something into the laps of the King and Crown Prince. As at Marseille when King Alexander of Yugoslavia was assassinated (TIME, Oct. 15), the usual ornate, equestrian guard spurred forward a few seconds late to cut the man down with a terrific sabre blow...
...then discovered that into the royal laps had been thrust not a death-dealing pistol but a petition signed by the man cut down, Captain Alexander Sumar, retired. "I am tubercular," read the Captain's petition. "My disease caused me to be retired from Your Majesty's service. I beg to be reinstated...