Word: baring
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...General de Bono, peering at maps, puffing cigarets on his cool mountain top, came the word: Adigrat had been captured almost without opposition. Italians sweeping into the town found it deserted of everything but old men, women and children, all of them painfully undernourished. The country had been swept bare of food for the warriors now hiding in the mountains. On to Aduwa...
...Granger's "Country Gardens"; the "Song of India"... A direct blood transfusion between friends... We roofs beneath the lamp light... Polished brass knockers on doors of dull dwellings... The Charles river at sunset... Professor Whitehead lecturing; Professor Lake reading the Bible... The line: "Euclid alone hath looked on beauty bare." Corinthian columns actually supporting a fine entablature... Modesty, any time, any place, viewed from any angle... Feathery, faery dust... The cool kindliness of sheets; the rough make kiss of blankets... The feeling of work well done... An old Greek Vase... A young inexperienced waitress saying, "Yes, Sir"... The Yard just...
...batter, Bill Lee of the Chicago Cubs, swung sharply. The pitcher, Dizzy Dean of the St. Louis Cardinals, slapped at the hard-hit ball with his bare hand but could not stop it. While it rolled to the outfield, Stanley Hack, who had started from second base with the crack of the bat, crossed the plate with the winning...
When Congress quit last month House Doorkeeper Joseph Sinnott took a last look around the bare chamber, went off on his vacation leaving the visitors' gallery open for sightseers. Last week Doorkeeper Sinnott returned from his vacation, peered up at the big gilt clock hanging just below the gallery, saw that some souvenir-hunter had made off with one of its two-foot hands. Indignantly the Doorkeeper locked up the House gallery until next session...
...bare, dusty stage of Manhattan's Guild Theatre last week 75 Negroes sang, swayed, rolled their dice, exultantly prayed to "de Lawd." In the darkened pit lean Rouben Mamoulian, cinema director, tapped on an old-fashioned schoolteacher's bell, interrupted them constantly with "All right, children. . . ." His stage pictures grew steadily in beauty while the tempo of the acting rose to fever pitch...