Word: chaires
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...military outpost, who carefully examined the voyageurs, the newsgatherer came to a thin hedge screening the river from a lake which it entered. Across the lake was a log cabin with a wet U. S. flag hanging over it. On the lake was a guide boat with a chair in it. In the chair sat a figure in a slicker and ten-gallon hat. He was watching trout come to the surface to snatch morsels of liver, their semiweekly rations. The surface of the lake was grey, desolate, broken. It was still raining...
...past three years," added and boasted Sefior Amatuzzo, "our 18 farms and 17 shops for delinquent youths have produced various goods worth $200,000. . . . For example one of our skilled carpenters made, and sold at a good price, too, a desk and chair now used by the President* of Argentina...
...united though they scattered to the ends of Europe for the first international banking concern. Probably they came from their magnificent palaces to see Amschel the Younger, head of the House, and to consult the aged Gudula, Die Uralte, an illiterate Sibyl who had vowed never to quit her chair by the window "save only for the tomb." Finally, although Count Corti does not note it, 46 of the descendants of Meyer Amschel had intermarried before the 19th century was out, in a burst of shocking eugenics and sound economics...
...prepare to leap the hurdles of the Master's and the Doctor's letters. Therefore although many have the teaching profession in mind they hesitate to announce their decision on entering the graduate school, realizing that further study may possibly lead them into paths divergent from the professorial chair. A man entering the Law School or the Medical School has his future definitely decided; in a certain number of years he will be a lawyer, a physician. For him the opportunities for changes of mind are rare. Different is the case with the Arts and Sciences men; their goal...
...must be all very discouraging. At times the Claw, or the Blue Pencil, or whoever the chief inquisitor is, must slump back in his chair and say: "After all, what is 'great'? It is fair to the members of the Crime Club, is it fair to posterity for me to sit here and select the 'great'? Man is fallible. What if some mute, inglorious, but potential Has Rohmer is smothered beneath my own relish of Mary Roberts Rinehart? When my last manuscript is read, and I meet the Great Judge of the manuscript of life, shall I have made...