Word: browed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...been abuilding for three years and now its bronze doors (world's largest) were thrown open to the public. Around its semicircular colonnade is an art museum as well as municipal offices. Designed by the Allied Architects Association, the structure suggests a coronet on the city's brow. In it are twelve kinds of marble and $5,000,000 of taxpayers' money, a far advance beyond Denver's first City Hall, a floorless log cabin on the treeless plain of 1860. Where once was heard only the coyote's howl, now stands a clocktower capable of rendering the four-note...
...shock-cord crew. After they had begun to walk, stretching the elastic cord, he cried "Run!" Down the hill they ran for ten paces or so, stretching the cord tauter. Then-"Go!" At that signal the sailplane was snapped free of its anchorage, sailed out from the brow of the hill like a stone from a boy's slingshot. Headed into the teeth of a 30 m. p. h. wind, Unguentine zoomed up 175 ft. without advancing more than 50 ft. Pilot Eaton landed without delay. His comment: "Plenty tough." Only one other pilot ventured a take-off that...
...which of his figures Herr Grosz would resemble. The new teacher who appeared at the Art Students' League last week was a mild, fine-featured little man with precise measuring gestures. His face was ruddy, slightly chubby, kindly, with serious brown eyes, an occasional nervous blush, a baldish brow. His clothes were those of any prosperous American at a baseball game. This, no monster, was George Grosz, 38, normal citizen, husband & father. He resembled none of his subjects, save for teeth slightly muskrat. He was largely unaware of the Sloan-Lie difficulties...
...much for one Negro drummer from the Charles Young Post of Charlotte, N. C. Swinging his drum to his shoulder, he dropped out of line, mopping a wet brow. He craned his neck at the Selfridge Field planes and with a sigh, sank to a resting position on his instrument. The crowd swallowed...
...Swiss boarding house repulses his torrid advances, in a pet he plants a dummy bomb under his bed to terrify the boarders, decamps for England. From anarchist lair to lair he jumps. In Paris he meets Luciana, who recognizes the star of fortune burning over his beetling brow. She becomes his mistress, mothers him and his destiny with incomparable tact...