Word: browed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...point Dr. Millikan was carrying on his experiments on top of Pike's Peak with featherweight instruments buoyed in air by small balloons; at another time he probed 60 feet deep in a snow-fed lake under the brow of Mount Whitney. Since it would take 10,000,000 volts to reproduce the ray artificially, Dr. Millikan points out that there is little likelihood of his discovery being utilized for some time to come. The Academicians were interested...
...front of the Del Fey Club; Thaw followed a drugget of light on the pavement; a door closed behind him. When the reporter's knuckles a moment later belabored that door, a panel in its upper section slid back and in the slit appeared the bulldog brow of a surly doorkeeper. The reporter was a man typical of his kind, a seedy fellow, drearily accoutred. No evening shirt fluted his meagre bosom. No glittering lady stood beside him. He was obviously not wealthy. He was not a member of the "Club." "Beat it, Buddy," said the grim face...
...Hara started his speech by commenting on the differences of the Harvard of today and the Harvard of ten years ago. The chief trouble with Harvard at present is, according to Mr. O'Hara, that the students are too "high-brow," or as he later explained, "Harvard is 20 percent American, and 80 percent Transcript...
Descending into the lobby of the hotel at which the "interview" was given, Mussolini's brow darkened as he found the boycotting journalists quietly staring at him, without making the slightest move to question him about anything. Folding his arms imposingly, the Dictator marched up to George Slocombe, fiery-bearded Paris correspondent of The Daily Herald, noted mouthpiece of British Labor, and demanded: "Well, how's Communism?" Mr. Slocombe cut the Premier dead. Abashed, Mussolini murmured: "Then I have made a mistake?" turned irresolutely on his heel. A sparrowlike little Dutch correspondent chirped loudly: "You often do!" Flouted...
Murmurs of wrath came out of the West. Like a swarm of bees, droning a chorus of anger, they floated across the continent and then they settled, settled around the head of the Secretary of the Interior, on the brow of Hubert Work...