Word: blistering
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...greeted glumly Who gives four syllables to Cholmondcley, Or by his ignorance disarms The good intentions of a Glamis. Who'd blame a self-respecting Tyrrwhite, Miscalled, for chiding in a spirit Of gentle protest? And a Ruthven May similarly be forgiven. "Twere justice that my tongue should blister If, having met a Mr. Bicester, I hailed him wrongly; it would grieve a Descendant of the clan of Belvoir To be erroneously addressed. It cannot be too strongly stressed: A shock awaits the fool who wavers Before he says, "Good-morning, Claverhouse." A burden of regret and woe Descends...
...General Augusto Calderon Sandino, though at last this slender, sallow, wild-eyed patriot was driven from Nicaragua after his men had killed 21 U. S. Marines (TIME, March 12, 1928). Last week a roving correspondent found Sandino in Yucatan, the arid Mexican state which bulges like a sand blister out into the Gulf of Mexico...
...President Hoover accepted the resignation of David H. Blair of North Carolina as Commissioner of Internal Revenue. ¶ For the first time since Calvin Coolidge Jr., playing upon them, developed a heel blister which went into a fatal infection in 1924, tennis was played last week upon the White House courts. Players: Secretary of State Stimson, Assistant Secretary of State Francis White, White House Physician Joel T. Boone, Director Leo S. Rowe of the Pan-American Union. President Hoover does not play tennis...
...President I would not work in a tobacco field,' Calvin replied. 'If my father were your father, you would.' "We do not know what might have happened to him under other circumstances, but if I had not been President he would not have raised a blister on his toe, which resulted in blood poisoning, playing lawn tennis in the South Grounds. "In his suffering he was asking me to make him well. I could not. "When he went the power and the glory of the Presidency went with him. . . . "The ways of Providence are often beyond...
Next day Hagen was better. He had plaster on his blister and he was missing fewer three-foot putts. The crowd, usually annoyed by Hagen's lolling walk, his smile, his Americanisms, his arrogance, and his frequent cigarets, was cheering him now for being a sport; when he played out of a bunker at the twelfth, a retired major with an umbrella shouted "Good cricket" and was silenced by the hisses of people who were afraid his enthusiasm would disturb Hagen's putting. The match ended at the 55th hole with Hagen 18 down...