Word: chantings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Under the spur of hard times and the public chant of "It's your own fault." U. S. railroads have lately emerged in the unfamiliar role of expert merchandisers. They have invoked the ancient principle of price-cutting to get business. They are building trains which seem to have been conceived in the fanciful pages of Popular Mechanics. And some of them have unbent sufficiently to go to their customers instead of waiting for their customers to come to them. Led by Pennsylvania R. R., a group of eastern carriers went to their customers last week with a collection...
...festival, many members consider the "Burial of Dull Care" the most impressively beautiful ceremony. While the moon splashes ghostly shadows through the grove, a funeral procession moves under redwood branches huge as an oaktree's bole, carrying along the effigy of "Dull Care," playing slow music. Hidden voices chant from the shadowy hillsides. The procession halts before the sacrificial "Altar of the Owl," solemnly buries the effigy as the music dies away...
Puzzled over the difficulty of maintaining even a pork chop Heaven on earth, Bishop Selkridge and his four followers rocked quietly back and forth in the Newark jail last week, still muttering their chant, "Peace . . . Peace . . . Isn't it wonderful! Peace...
...fifth set, the excitable crowd, well aware that the Cup which France has held for six years depended on the next few games, began to chant "Cochet! Cochet! Cochet!" But little Cochet, dapper and forlorn, needed something more than encouragement. Perry, apparently not tired at all, saw that his opponent was too weary to cover the blazing court. He smashed through five games in a row, making Cochet run as far as possible in every rally. Cochet picked up one game on his own serve but Perry quickly took the next one and" the set, 6-1. In the dressing...
...light. Marion Moultrie swayed, fell dead in the arms of a deacon. . . The blackamoors screamed, then set up such a wailing as they had never before achieved. Police came, took away the body with its lightning-ripped collar and shoes. The storm abated. The wailing continued, drifting into a chant: ''Thy will be done. O Lord...