Word: brooking
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...downpour of especial violence preceded the parade to the post. Then the King, standing in the Earl of Derby's box, the Prince, ensconced at the Valentine's Brook jump, the cheered host, others of high and low degree saw the sun burst through the clouds, do its belated best. Thirty-seven horses started the agonizing 4½-mile chase. Over stone fence, green hedge, wide ditch and stream, they charged. One by one, sweating, steaming animals with bloodshot eyes found themselves wanting; fell, pitching heartbroken men onto tough shoulderblades. Only seven horses came to the last hurdle...
...tempera, upon which appears the entire population of an isolated plantation-all the huts, with the doors open, all the hearths, pots, newspapered walls and floor chinks; all the hound dogs, sow pens, butchered hogs, wood piles; all the murmurous lanes and sweaty cotton acres; the giggling creek, Blue Brook, and the threatening, dreamy big river with a sandy island and soaring fish hawks. The figures moving everywhere are dominated by a blue-black giant, April, the foreman and patriarch of the settlement. Such story as there is culminates in the tribulation visited upon him by a God in whom...
...surely chronic boredom one can't brook...
...fondest illusions come true-that someone with a name like Vanderbilt is "biggest clubman." The 1927 edition of Club Members of New York shows that Cornelius Vanderbilt Sr. belongs to 16 clubs- Larchmont Yacht, Racquet and Tennis, University, Union, Knickerbocker, New York Yacht, Union League, Century Association, Tuxedo, Brook, Metropolitan, Piping Rock, Turf and Field, Engineers', Yale, Seawanhaka and Corinthian Yacht. Mr. Vanderbilt's nearest competitor is Alexander Smith Cochran, member of 13 clubs. Tied at 12: Harry Payne Whitney and Clarence H. Mackey. Tied at 11: C. Oliver, Iselin, J. P. Morgan, Anthony J. Drexel Biddle...
...lights went out, the heat went off, the U. S. liner President Harding floundered in the Atlantic Ocean like a toothpick in an inky brook. Passengers groped about their staterooms in search of fur coats; the cooks burned hatch covers and dunnage in their stoves. The President Harding was completely out of oil. No land was in sight. Captain Theodore van Beek assured everyone that Halifax (Nova Scotia) was only 19 miles away, that he had dropped anchor, that tugs were bringing oil. . . . The President Harding finally reached New York Harbor last week, six days behind schedule...