Word: bernards
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...party of Great St. Bernard monks traveled slowly last week toward the Swiss-Italian mountain border. Their large, patient dogs trotted ahead. In their comfortable hospice at St. Bernard pass, they had heard of a woman lost in a snowstorm on Barraston Peak, 9,725 ft. high. That she was an anti-Fascist refugee they may not have known, would not have cared. Important to them, dedicated to saving human life, was the fact that she was alone, a stranger to the bewildering ways of the great white Alps. At once they had packed themselves with supplies...
...Swiss-Italian border, Fascist soldiers saw the monks approaching, knew at once for whom they were searching. Important to the soldiers, dedicated to Benito Mussolini, was the fact that the lost woman was an antiFascist. They also knew that a short time before the St. Bernard monks had guided a whole party of anti-Fascist refugees to safety...
...waited until the rescue party was within range. Then they raised their guns, fired. They saw the monks start, hide behind rocks. After a few minutes the monks reappeared, started to go their way. The soldiers fired again. No monk was hurt but after the second fusillade a St. Bernard dog lay gasping on the snow...
...entered Harvard, where he played football and baseball. His mystic generosity continued. He zealously tried to found a monastic order, The Brotherhood of the Daily Life. He dressed as a laborer and preached to mid-day crowds. The Brotherhood never materialized. After Harvard he went to Oxford, joined George Bernard Shaw's Fabian Society. After Oxford he studied medicine at Manhattan's College of Physicians & Surgeons. Although he never received a medical degree, all hoboes whom he tried to befriend called...
...George Bernard Shaw (74 last week) was asked if he was the tall, bearded man seen riding behind Col. Thomas Edward (Revolt in the Desert) Lawrence. Said he: "Good Heavens, man, I've got a perfectly good motorcycle of my own. . . . I've never ridden pillion in my life, though I shouldn't mind doing so in the ordinary way. But Lawrence's machine is such a great brute of a thing and he goes so fast I doubt whether I could hold on. Probably I'd be left sitting in the road...