Word: bungalows
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Michelson moved from their Chicago cottage to a Pasadena bungalow, where they were last week. A few miles to the south, near Santa Ana, was a mile long metal tube with a perfectly straight bore. Dr. Michelson had fixed mirrors at each end. Between the mirrors he could jiggle a beam of light. Because air modifies the speed of light and Precisionist Michelson disliked taking airy variables into his calculations, he arranged devices to create a vacuum in his tube...
...realize that the U. S. scientists who occasionally join him in his daily stroll hold their own hats at their sides out of deference to him. Dr. Einstein had been in Pasadena for three weeks. His Frau Elsa had established him comfortably in a seven-room English bungalow. Every morning he works in his study, in afternoons chats with Pasadena scientists or attends advanced seminars at California Institute of Technology. Evenings are usually spent quietly at home. But one evening last week, so gay was he over an invitation to visit his old friend Lawyer Samuel Unter-myer in Coachella...
Stuart Gilbert first read Ulysses in a dak-bungalow (guesthouse) in Lower Burma, thought it tremendous...
...away, squads of the faithful?praying in two-hour shifts?sent up a rustle of Hosannahs into the shadowy vault of the $2,000,000 Angelus Temple, musnud of the Four-Square Gospel Church. Temple attaches, hired huskies and Four-Square laity thronged through the flower-decked beach bungalow. Newshawks excluded from the premises even reported having seen a handsome, black-mustached gentleman attired in flowered pyjamas. Although her life has been more melodramatic than that of any other U. S. woman religionist, Sister Aimee could remember but one other period quite so exciting as last week, when...
...dizzying to the humble family from Sparta, Ill. than had been the three-week ordeal. With their brothers Walter and Albert of the refueling plane, and Sister Irene who had cooked for them, and their 62-year-old mother, Mrs. Ida Hunter, the flyers were whisked to a roof-bungalow atop the Hotel Sherman, there to blink at unaccustomed splendor, to listen-dazedly to the bickerings of a half-dozen self-ordained managers, to rehearse a few lines for their week's vaudeville engagement, to try and reckon their rewards. Having reduced their expectations from $200,000 to half...