Word: brilliants
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Granite City' ... the 'Silver City by the Sea' . . . should be seen after a heavy rainfall when its stately structures and countless houses gleam pure and white under the brilliant sunshine...
...Pennsylvania representatives after they had walked away with the first three singles events and seemed to have the title in their grasp. R. N. Williams '16, former Davis Cup luminary and National titleholder, was the outstanding performer for the Philadelphia team, taking the No. 1 singles matches in brilliant style, 6-3, 6-4, from Lawrence Rice, the Boston leader, and being in great part responsible for a doubles victory over Whitheck and Hill...
These words did not seem out of character to those who knew Dr. Jones or to those (of whom there are altogether well over 300,000) who had read his book. The Christ of the Indian Road is a simple unfolding of a brilliant idea, to wit: Christ as a holy, heroic figure appeals to oriental people as deeply, if not more deeply, than to occidentals, upon whom the accidents of history first imprinted His message. His appeal for orientals differs in that they feel the native mysticism in His unruffled character, the contemplative idea of thought rather than...
Professor Nicholas Roerich, Russian painter, archeologist, mystic, delights in huge canvases and brilliant colors. His gnarled and twisted monsters, weird dwarfs, beautiful fairy princesses march in gorgeous pageant across the walls of his exhibits. Four years ago Painter Roerich gathered together some scientifically-minded artist friends, his wife, his son George, (Harvard Orientalist) and set out on an expedition into Asia to get inspiration and information about tribal customs and religions. For three years he kept in touch with the home office, his Roerich Museum, in Manhattan. Then for a year all was silence. Last week, while friends feared...
...woven chase, God and Gabriel had more than these companions. A jovial company of gentlemen, urging great horses and blowing on golden horns, were riding, running, through a wilderness of flowers. Their meek quarry fled through the brilliant fields; behind him, silent and happy, the pursuit increased and came more quickly; a wind stiffened in their flags and made the starry flowers bend across the grass. The white hounds leaned upon their leashes and the bowmen bent their bows. Crouching in a garden at last, the prisoned unicorn gazed upon his followers. They levelled spears amid a thousand flowers...