Word: barks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark...
...pathologists have found that elms are now being killed by a fungus, Graphium ulmi. The blight reached the U. S. in 1930 in some Carpathian elm logs shipped from Le Havre. It accompanies the beetle Scolytus multistriatus. This is a small, short-beaked beetle which nips the tender elm bark and shoots near the buds. Graphium ulmi enters the wounds. First external sign of the disease is the wilting and yellowing of leaves. Internally twigs become streaked with brown. The elm is doomed and must be drastically pruned or felled. All cuttings must be burned to prevent further spread...
Adolf Hitler's electioneering bark that when he became Dictator "Heads will roll in the sand!" ended factually in the sharp-bitten order of Sub-Dictator Hermann Wilhelm Goring to revive the medieval headsman's axe and chopping block in executing criminals duly condemned by Prussian courts to Death (TIME, Aug. 14). Last week three heads rolled off bloody blocks in the courtyards of Berlin prisons and a prominent Nazi official furnished correspondents with beheading facts...
...cars climbed craggy Virginia Canyon 50 mi. west of Denver, rolled suddenly into the narrow street of an ancient mining town, wedged in a gulch a mile and a half above sea level. Above the main street the houses of Central City hang on the gulch walls like loose bark. Oldtime shops, dance halls, faro games, were going full blast, full of light & noise. Beaver-hatted men and bustled women strolled past. Lantern-faced miners smiled from their doorways. No Rip Van Winkle apparition in the mountains, all this was Colorado's second annual Central City Play Festival, blowing...
...later years was said to have hurled a copy of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass into the fire. But he was soon to pipe a fiercer tune. Sacrificing his personal ambition to the cause of Liberty, he "knocked Pegasus on the head, as a tanner does his bark-mill donkey, when he is past service," and at 25 became an Abolitionist. Instead of eulogies from the critics he got rotten eggs and catcalls, more than once had to drop his dignity and take to his heels. Of his anti-slavery poems Biographer Mordell says: "They . . . are too dangerous...