Word: battlefield
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...vociferous strangeness attracted a few disciples at Cambridge. When he went to the U. S. in 1905 and began to lecture, he found his metier: "Yes, the platform has been everything to me. It has been the bed of my erotic joys. It has been the battlefield of my fiercest struggles. It has been the gibbet of my execution. It has been the post of my scourging. It has been my throne. It has been my close-stool. It has been my grave. It has been my resurrection. On the platform I have expressed by a whisper, by a silence...
...their chief relaxation the two old campaigners stopped at the Battlefield of Sakarya and General Kemal explained with gusto how he beat the Greeks in 1921. So close grew the confab of host and guest at this point that Turkish and Persian journalists reported ecstatically afterward: "They have become real friends, personal friends and brothers!" At Smyrna, to his grave delight, the King of Kings received personal command of some Turkish troops who pitched under his orders into an exciting sham battle with airplanes raining "boom bombs...
...afternoon he broke two sticks. One, during the Beethoven Ninth, third movement, flew into the audience and was recovered after a mild scramble by a lady who put it in her handbag. The other splintered during the Strauss tone poem, Ein Heldenlebcn, the section labeled "The Hero's Battlefield." The butt-end of this was captured by Warren Mayo, president of U. of M.'s varsity glee club. Mayo took it to Stock's dressing room after the performance, and the master good-naturedly inscribed his initials upon...
Most of last week President Roosevelt spent away from his desk, the White House and Washington. His travels first took him to Gettysburg where he drove through cheering crowds to the battlefield. As the President ascended the platform there he was greeted by a white-haired lady of 85. Mrs. M. O. Smith, who as a girl, 71 years before, had stood on a similar platform, had sung a song to a great gathering, had heard Abraham Lincoln begin: "Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers. . . " Last week Mrs. Smith did not sing. President Roosevelt, addressing a crowd...
...shots which evidently startied the skunk into a corpse, Apted, still calm, ordered his minions to inter the deceased in the midst of the stench-stained scene of carnage. It was a lonely service for few of the once optimistic on lookers could brave the horrors of the quieted battlefield...