Word: bordered
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...ground, or hang from delicate vines. The background is salmon-colored. Around the central field runs a quiet legend. In the middle all js speed: bugles blow there, stallions leap, and the beards of riding Khans shake out like flame along a wind of fruits and blossoms. But the border reposes. Two figures with wings recur regularly among the budding leaves; their costumes proclaim them to be Persian genii; among their motionless ranks a gnarled ornament appears in various forms that is not Persian at all but "Tschi," emblem of immortality, important symbol of Chinese mythology...
...border that charmed Leopold, that man of peace. He spent most of his life directing wars against Louis XIV, but he disliked soldiers, particularly his own, never visited a battlefield, and was embarrassed by maneuvers. The rug hung over his bed in an elaborate and jejune country place to which he retired for meditation and amour. It is said that two violin players, blindfolded with black silk handkerchiefs, fiddled at the head and foot of the bed while he was taking his pleasure. He died in 1705 and the rug passed through the estates of a series of princes. Connoisseurs...
Indefatigable, resolute, Dr. Eckener, a jolly soul when times are brisk, set out for Madrid. It is said that he traveled third class as far as the Spanish border. There he changed to first, rendered immaculate his portly form, stepped off his train to sell zeppelins to Spaniards who did not think they wanted them...
...away from Geneva by motor one afternoon last week. Wily Foreign Minister Briand of France went for a boat ride, was met some miles from Geneva by Dr. Stresemann's motor. Chuckling at the success of their ruse to deceive newsgatherers, they were driven swiftly across the Swiss border to the tiny French mountain village of Thoiry. There they sought a snug inn famed for its cuisine, the Chalet Russe...
...Imperial Airways (British) liner bound out of Amsterdam for London was late, or would be if her pilot took time to climb aloft to his usual travel level. The big plane sped down the low Dutch coast. Some 80 miles past the Belgian border . . . Plud! ... a wild duck, hypnotized with fright, flew straight into a propeller of the roaring frame crossing its path. The liner had to descend. A message flashed to London brought a new propeller in a few hours by air. The passengers re-embarked and were treated to the first night flight ever made by an Imperial...