Word: bankes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...tonight, as the lonely French sentinel paces the bank of the Rhine, all the world wonders with him what fate has in store for trembling Europe. And tonight in Paris Leon Blum goes to bed, as all men must, wondering what Hitler's next move will be. TIME MARCHES...
...bright winter day in 1748, Benjamin Franklin staged an epochal picnic by the Schuylkill River. On the opposite bank were arrayed Leyden jars. Using the river for a conductor. Franklin electrically fired a pan of brandy. To his guests' amazement, a turkey was then electrocuted, cooked on an electrically turned spit over an electrically-lighted fire. After further experiments Franklin declared that electrocuted fowl "eats uncommonly tender...
...hurricane. I've got it. Go ahead." "The water at high tide-T-I-D-E- clawed down the sand bank that protects it from the ocean. That sixth word is clawed - CLAWED - C-L-A-W-E-D ! All wires are clown. The wind is so fast we can't walk against it, autos can't get through, there are no lights and communications. . . . People here don't keep much food on hand and the dairy, milk, ice, meat -all food service is gone. It takes a revealing flash like this to -GET THE HELL...
...Island of Mallorca from the Whites was returning to Madrid last week via Barcelona, strengthened by 5,000 of that independent city's Red Militia who had been hired to fight for the Government by sending to Barcelona a quantity of gold bars from the vaults of the Bank of Spain. With the Premier watching, Red artillery opened up a terrific fire on the Whites, young Red militiamen flung themselves recklessly to death in a mad assault on strong White positions, and the Spanish Lenin went back to Madrid crying: "I am most optimistic! . . . We are doing wonders...
...binoculars: when it is in focus for one, it is blurred and out of perspective to the other. Two years ago two British writers, one a Glasgow slum dweller, the other a London journalist, turned their imaginative spyglass on the squalid, violent Gorbols section of Glasgow, on the south bank of the Clyde. Last week they reported on what they had seen, in a strange uneven book that suggested they could not quite agree on their findings. They saw horrors galore, filth, brutality, misshapen creatures of an unknown kind, a few recognizable human beings...