Word: knifing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...bigger piece at the Georgian for a dime. Yeah, a lot bigger. Better, too. This here tastes like oatmeal. Don't you eat there any more? I used to, too. The fellow got sore one time, though. I was balancing a glass of milk on my knife blade and it spilled all over somebody's lap and they kicked...
...rectum by ether with olive oil, particularly useful where exophthalmic goitre makes a patient nervous. Human liver found to exercise a profound protective influence against harmful products entering the blood by way of the intestinal canal. Recognition that brain tumors may develop suddenly and rapidly, that the electric cautery knife makes possible more complete removal of brain and spinal cord tumors...
Near Globe, Ariz., is the San Carlos Indian Reservation, where dwells many an Apache Indian. Along the road from the San Carlos Trading Post walked Theresa Reed, school teacher. Suddenly an Indian appeared, seized Miss Reed, beat her. Then, drawing a knife, he began to sever Miss Reed's scalp from her head. Fortunately, the operation was not completed. Screams from the victim attracted white men from the trading post. At their approach, the Indian ran, escaped. Later the Reservation Apaches were rounded up, three men arrested and paraded past the teacher's hospital bed, but she failed...
...began when one Sergeant J. B. Duvall, guarding prisoners in a Parchman, Miss., convict camp, whipped Negro-Convict Shepherd. Bruised, angry, the black convict entered the Duvall home, attacked Ruth Duvall, 18, onetime beauty-contest winner. Interrupted by the unexpected arrival of Sergeant Duvall, the Negro took a butcher knife, cut the Sergeant's throat, then plunged the knife down the throat he had just slashed. Next he struck the body with an icepick, hitting the back of its head so violently that its eyeballs popped out. Finally he left, taking Ruth Duvall with him. Some 30 hours later...
...occasions they appear in hired or stolen tuxedoes, cruising and boozing in a fleet of taxicabs. One night last week on Berlin's Broadway-the garish and blazing Kurfursten-Damm-cruising crooks met honest, conventioning Hamburgers, quarreled, fought with guns and knives. It appeared that the shooting and knifing had begun-as such things will-with a wench, buxom Gretchen Schmaltz. Originally Fraulein Schmaltz appeared to have favored and sipped beer with a tuxedoed Ever Loyal. When he excused himself for a moment, Gretchen responded to the ogle of a dashing old Hamburger Journeyman, clapped his broad black...