Word: bullets
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Afterwards he did a strange thing for a Vanderbilt. Ever since a bullet-headed, thick-jowled Vanderbilt stood with arms folded in front of his hearth and said, "The public? Bah! The public be damned . . . ", Vanderbilts have been press-shy. Relentless editors have made the phrase more than a sneer?made is a symbol, like the legend under a carriage crest, of Vanderbilt arrogance from the day of its Staten Island patroonship to the day when a Vanderbilt turnout swerved onto a crowded sidewalk that the fetlocks of its four strawberry roans might not be sullied in a puddle...
...deep smoldering wrath, she did not chastise the animal at the time, waited until her husband returned from a sea voyage last week, charged him to shoot the squirrel while she waited on the porch. Impetuous, Herr Bugg-Moe fired upon the squirrel without pondering his aim. The bullet missed, plowed through a window of the house, pierced one of Fru Bugg-Moe's wrists as she held her fingers to her ears...
...Bullet. Amid delirious cheering, Signor Mussolini quitted the Capitol and strode toward his automobile. In the general excitement no one noticed a wild-eyed white-haired Irishwoman who sprang up beside the Premier's motor and thrust a small object at him with both hands. Her gesture was not that of a woman pointing a revolver. II Duce, intent upon his thoughts, did not notice the blue steel muzzle trained upon his temple. As a band struck up the Fascist hymn, "Giovinezza," he threw back his head and fixed his eyes on a staff flying the Italian flag. The bullet...
High over the sparkling sea, the Norge was a long silver bullet as she moved by Marseilles. They saw her pass Toulon at 5:30 in the evening, droning strongly northwestward...
...retire to the bush and there pounding a big tribal drum, gather cohorts to slay the Emperor Jones of American literature. We are not fanatical about Dreiser. As far as we are concerned, he can make his way through any jungle of Lethiopian illiteracy without wasting his silver bullet. All we care to do is to leap out on him at an unguarded moment and make him fire off one of his lead slugs in vain. And here is the little surprise we have been saving. Dreiser plumbered the works when he set out to describe a young...