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...wearing what U. S. citizens would call a hunting costume: khaki coat and breeches, soft roll collar, homespun stockings, hobnail shoes. To be sure all Russians present in the Hall of Columns were roughly attired; but Hunter Krylenko's costume seemed significant. Within a few hours he had wrung confessions from three small-fry technicians which should set them before a firing squad, and ever since his hunting has been good-though the game small...
...peasants ate, slept, rose and assembled under the supervision of their priests to take the following great pious oath: "We swear to the great and good God to fight a righteous fight against the Government which is a plague to the country and which was nominated by a decree wrung from King Ferdinand on his deathbed. We swear that a new Rumania shall be created which shall stand for freedom and justice to all of Rumania's brave sons...
...members of the House are such good sportsmen that, when what happened did happen they were really wrung with sympathy for bumptious Mr. Brand, after whose name in Who's Who appears the proud legend, "member of the Butter and Milk Commission under Herbert Hoover during the World War," but upon whose soul now rests the necessity of supporting the curious "boom" of his fellow Ohioan, Senator Willis. Never did a big butter-&-milk man undertake a braver job than attacking a once honored chief for the sake of a boss to whom he was now obligated. And never...
Martinelli (as the prophet whose fanatical followers crown him a Dutch Rex in 16th Century Holland) put aside his tendency to blustery winds of song and wrung his effects from masterful restraint. Amid settings by Joseph Urban the "Ice Ballet" was realistically skated without ice, the castle was dynamited without dynamite, and the penultimate coronation scene achieved a splendor eclipsed only by such scenic orgies as the Metropolitan's Turandot...
...longer suspicious, went to Editor Daudet's cell and released him. M. Daudet burst into tears, kissed M. le Directeur Catry, wrung his hand, and rushed out into the street to mount a taxi. Even the taxi driver was a Royalist in disguise...