Word: bursted
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...reception reached a climax next day in a grand burst of Latin emotion. First the airmen, in white uniforms and glittering gold braid, were driven to the Quirinal to be greeted by the King. Then began a march on foot down Rome's new Via Trionfale (laurel-carpeted) beneath the Arch of Constantine, unused for such purpose since the ancient Romans paraded through it on returning from the wars. Up Palatine Hill the parade trooped, into the ruins of the Stadium where Il Duce awaited them in the modest uniform of a militia corporal. General Balbo stepped forward, received...
Plunder & Death, Cautiously at first, then rapidly, joyously, riotously Havana's streets became full. With no soldiers to stop them this time, a swelling mob burst into the Palace, smashing, ransacking, pillaging "I've got Machado's sheets!" screamed a negress. Other mobsters tore the mosquito netting from the President's bed. Smarter thieves stole silverware and fine porcelain. The Presidential water filter attracted one patriot who wheeled it drunkenly away. Others threw avocados and oranges at tapestries and paintings. The sidewalks outside were littered ankle-deep with debris hurled from the windows...
...that its walls might one day crumble and a torrent of water go racing down Cherry Creek into the city. Not long ago the dam sprang a leak. One night last week a smashing summer cloudburst occurred over the reservoir. At 1:20 a. m. the mossy old dam burst...
...surged through Parker, tumbled down Cherry Creek toward suburban Denver. Logs, tree-trunks, tons of debris were swept along as the billion-gallon deluge widened out to more than a mile. Cherry Creek was a battering-ram of water, boiling over its embankments. At 7 o'clock it burst into Denver, ripped out six bridges in swift succession. Just ahead of it were police cars and fire engines, sirens a-scream, racing the residents to safety. A stampede of 5,000, many clad in night clothes, fled from the lowlands. In the yard back of his house, Tom Casey...
...sick of it. A John Doe warrant was filled out and soon School Street was clanging with police patrols from six precincts. The police entered and found the old factory clean enough. There was a refectory with more than a dozen long tables and a kitchen whose iceboxes burst with pork chops, chickens, choice cuts of beef. There was a large nursery where some pickaninnies slept, incredibly, for upstairs 300 dusky adults were shouting their evangelical fervor. They were in Heaven, a real Heaven of free food and no work promised and produced by Major J. Divine, a black, benign...