Word: wrung
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Isabel on the Island of Fernando Po is the Guinean Capital. Starting out with his secretary and a small suite. Governor General Don Gustavo de Sostoa, a popular veteran of the Spanish colonial service in Morocco, had been inspecting small islands for days. He came at last to Annobon, wrung the trusty Sergeant's hand, sat down to a festive, tropical dinner and prepared to endure the native dance. Shrill native pipes squealed, drums throbbed. Black men began to dance and no one noticed white Sergeant Castilla...
...pulled out an oblong piece of paper. This he passed to the national chairman whose pale blue eyes blinked in happy surprise as they fell upon it. It was a check for $25,000-Mr. Raskob's personal contribution to the campaign of Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Chairman Farley wrung Mr. Raskob's hand, gushed his gratitude. The party certainly needed the money but the Raskob check meant more than money. It signified the return of financial support as important to the party as the popular support (estimated: 1,000,000 votes) signified by Al Smith's return...
...levee 2,000 Bar Association members were added to 3.000 regular guests making it the largest in recent White House history. For an hour and 40 minutes the President, standing in the Blue Room, shook hand after hand after hand. Many an exuberant guest, ignorant of White House etiquet, wrung the President's fingers instead of allowing him to do the shaking. The President's hand turned red and began to swell. Jeweled rings cut into his palm and finger tips. The President noticed he was getting blood on ladies' white gloves. He felt fatigued. White House...
Darting forward as soon as the Imperial Chamberlain stepped sedately back, excited War Minister Lieut.-General Sadao Araki wrung Conqueror Honjo's hand, then clasped him in a "half-hug," exceedingly rare among decorous Japanese...
Cackles & Shakes. As if to pave his way into the sacred chamber, Mr. McAdoo dropped into the Senate lobby last July before adjournment. Democrats, aware that he had just nominated their presidential candidate at Chicago, nocked about him warmly, wrung his bony hand. Mississippi's Harrison and Georgia's Cohen sang his praises to the Press. Even California's Republican Johnson had a friendly greeting for him. The McAdoo grin permeated the lobby. "Hello . . . hello . . . hello . . . hello," he cackled to one & all. Suddenly his narrow eye fell upon Senator Shortridge, his probable opponent in November, sitting quietly...