Chewing-gum

Tom swallowed a chewing-gum.

She found a chewing-gum wrapper on the floor.

Robert was chewing chewing-gum and blowing bubbles bigger than his brain.

Two boys, one aged eight and the other twelve years, in Rome, Oneida county, N. Y., a few days ago, had a childish altercation about some chewing-gum and pop-corn, and, as they separated, threw at each other with sticks and other missiles, […]

“[…] What I like is chewing-gum.” “O, I should say so! I wish I had some now.” “Do you? I’ve got some. I’ll let you chew it awhile, but you must give it back to me.”

Then he wrenched off the top of a box, and commenced to cram chewing-gum into his mouth. Sticks of it; dozens of sticks.