Word: beneath
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Near Cresco, Iowa, last week, an automobile sped down a road, a tire blew out, the car turned over, flames burst forth. Out from beneath, unhurt, crawled U. S. Representative Gilbert Nelson Haugen, co-author with U. S. Senator Charles Linza McNary (Oregon) of "the best advertised piece of literature in modern times...
...covered with the shining mahogany grass where the fizzbells bloomed or rambled in the glades where there was a musical tinkle dripping from the keg trees. The streams gurgled with ice water, the brandy bees buzzed over the wild eggnog vines and the rumroots grew juicy in the earth beneath the sherry berry thickets...
Last year they met and shook hands beneath the bottom of the Hudson River. This year they met and shook hands above the Hudson's surface-two Irish-blooded politicians, neighbors, mutual admirers; Governors Alfred Emanuel Smith of New York and Arthur Harry Moore of New Jersey. Last year's ceremony was to celebrate the opening of the Holland Vehicular Tunnel between lower Manhattan and Jersey City (TIME, Aug. 30, 1926). On that occasion, gold teeth flashing and freckles getting lost in dimples, the Governors had jocularly pushed and pulled each other across the interstate line. Last week...
...Marques de Merry del Val, white-haired and aristocratic, took umbrage at certain statements made by the "disreputable politician and brilliant novelist," one of which was that: "Spain is exactly as it has been for over three years, there is no outward change of any kind . . . it deteriorates." Penning beneath the sun at San Sebastian, popular Spanish watering place where he was spending a vacation from his diplomatic duties (he has been Ambassador in London since 1913), he wrote the following list of changes that had been effected since 1923, year of the Primo de Rivera revolution (TIME, Sept...
From the clown whose heart was breaking beneath his greasepaint, even though he capered and grimaced ever so gayly, from the sad fate of the little sawdust equestrienne, from the scores of tragedies of tarnished tinsel, the playwrights of today 'have traveled rather swiftly over a long road. They have left behind the doubtful humors of bathos, which are caught by only a minority of their listeners and even then in contradiction of the author's intention. From the mists of experiment may appear the author who can view life again as a stage, with perhaps some of the subtlety...