Word: braved
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Immediately two raggle taggle bands of soldiers, officers, civilians rushed the third artillery in Lisbon garrison and Sao Jorge fortress on the heights above the city, seized cannon and machine guns, pasted up proclamations defying the Government, dug themselves in. Few revolutionists have been so stupid or so brave. Truckloads of loyal troops crashed through the streets, surrounded the rebels and opened a withering fire. It kept up for nine hours...
...Louis Balbis de Berton de Crillon (1543-1615) French soldier, called by Henry IV "the bravest of the brave." He served under Henry II, Francis II, Charles IX as well as Henrys III and IV. He was not present at and strongly condemned the massacre of the Huguenots on St. Bartholomew's Day (1572), which was instigated by King Charles's mother, Catherine de' Medici. The famed Paris hotel on La Place de la Concorde was named for him. Bertrand Du Guesclin (1320 -1380), constable of France, was the most famed French warrior...
...near the center of the flood area. Thousands of frightened, bedraggled peasants poured into the native city that sank lower and lower beneath the Yangtze wraters. With the streets waist-deep in the swirling, dirty flood, fire broke out. There was no way to fight it. A few brave watermen pushed their little sampans from house to house trying to rescue trapped families, but scores died. There was danger of pestilence. Foreign correspondents were less interested in the millions of homeless and thousands of dead than in two U. S. citizens, Mrs. Webb and a Mrs. Fielding, who were attacked...
Past the two bronze lions and up the steps of Chicago's Art Institute last week filed a brave little band of Chicago intellectuals to have a look at the museum's latest one-man show. Actually the show was an exhibition of the work of two men - Martin & George Baer - but artistically they are Siamese twins. Their paintings are as undistinguishable as the scrivenings of the Brothers Goncourt...
Scotland is a poor place for garden parties. While the King & Queen sat on their dais and guests strolled round the park, great black clouds rolled in from the north. With a crash the downpour descended. Women screamed, brave men ran. Their Majesties were comparatively safe under their canopy, soon reached the sanctuary of Holyrood Palace under enormous umbrellas held by gallant Scots, but the Duke & Duchess of York got as wet as any commoners. Debutantes wept unrestrainedly, their best dresses ruined...