Word: warpath
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Morning--don't mention that foul word to me. Morning. They can exploit us in the afternoon, they can suck our blood in the evening But when they charge us six bucks for skipping breakfast, that's when we wind up our yoyos and go on the warpath. Many times I've woke up with eyes on fire, a mouthful of hair, and the bedsheets giving me soft, lingering caresses every time I try to move a muscle. Even the clock seems sleepy after I throw it on the pile of dirty clothes in the corner. On the desk, which...
Deprived by the power blackout of the BBC's regular 1 o'clock news bulletin, Belfasters worried that the Irish republican army might be back on the warpath. Police shrugged off the explosion as an "accident," but privately they were not so sure. Hundreds of armed men mounted guard along the 90-mile railroad line from Belfast to Londonderry. Their vigilance did not relax until Queen Elizabeth and consort stepped safely aboard their Viking and winged back to London...
...Iroquois game of baggataway was a brutal pastime with one main object: to get the braves toughened up for the warpath. Squaws standing on the sidelines with switches whipped any laggards into mauling activity. Nowadays, with a few genteel refinements such as padded gloves and helmets, the Iroquois' old game is known as lacrosse...
Last week, rushing up & down a 110-yard field at Annapolis with rough & tumble abandon, the men of Army and Navy were on the warpath again. Object of the game: to hurl a 5-oz. India rubber ball into a 6-ft.-square net, using a webbed hickory stick as a combination scoop and sling. If a member of one of the ten-man teams happened to clobber a rival with a stick, or send him sprawling on his face, it was all part of the game. The stakes of honor were considerable, involving not only the traditional Army-Navy...
Lonely Grave. After the Army pulled out of Fort Yates in 1903, Sitting Bull's grave lay untended under the scraggly grass of the deserted parade ground. Then, last fall, a 78-year-old Sioux patriarch named Clarence Grey Eagle went on the warpath. He had witnessed the great chief's death when he was a boy of 16; when he heard that the grave was to be covered with water from the new Oahe Dam, he hurried indignantly to Mobridge (pop. 3,800), S.Dak. Would the Chamber of Commerce build a memorial, he asked, if he moved...