Word: tick
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...swing, screams are screamed-and people appear, one by one, a shaggy seadog with a hook for a hand, a chirping grandmother, a hail-girl-well-met, etc., etc. They are all looking for a fellow surnamed The Octopus who hangs humans by the feet when he hears the tick of a clock. They go down into the vault of the lighthouse where an octopus tickles Mr. Kelly between his shivering ribs while nobody is looking. Upstairs again for the third act, everybody confesses to be a detective. But one, The Octopus, is not; so he starts killing the others...
Opened momentously at Paris, last week, the Spring and Summer salon of many a great couturier. No vulgar "fashion display," they permitted only a discreet preview by connoisseurs. Finally connoisseurs in the pre-know could tick off certain Parisian germs of fashion sure to flower into world trends...
Warning the British public against producing "on tick" (credit), selling "on tick" and buying "on tick," the Parliamentary Secretary of the Overseas Trade Department, one Arthur M. Samuel, "ticked off" (reprimanded) a London Chamber of Commerce meeting for countenancing within the United Kingdom "the habit of installment buying," which he called "a trade built upon sand...
...realize that after all, humor is limited and minds even of jesters will grow tired. But may we offer a suggestion? It is not wise to make a clock tick backwards. The past cannot be idly conjured up. It would be better, perhaps, to reiterate time-worn subjects, and to wring out mirth from the present at the expense of other colleges, cities, and societies, than to revert to the past, and bring to light only stuffed caricatures...
Tableau. A roar of cheering and shouted snatches of Fascist songs greeted Premier Mussolini as he entered. Ramrod-backed he deigned to nod, to smile. Then his right hand upraised commanded silence. ... A wrist watch might have been heard to tick. . . . Grasping the laurel with one hand and the roses with the other, Il Duce sat down at his desk, stared straight before him, his gaze piercing and immovable. . . . When Il Duce's dramatic silence had begun to seem permanent, the President of the Chamber, Signor Casertano, at length plucked up courage to open the session, not with...