Word: chargers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...marching abreast, the colonel at one end, a private at the other. King Albert's coffin, draped in the national flag, rode on a gun carriage. His trench helmet, wreathed in laurel, his military overcoat and his sword were laid on top. Behind the caisson was led his charger, Titanic, a huge bay with white feet. The King's boots were reversed in the stirrups...
...same time, had urged on Sound Money fortnight ago by announcing a long-term bond issue* (TIME, Oct. 23). Last week prices of grains and stocks were slumping. Equestrian Roosevelt undoubtedly intended his radio speech as a special dinner of oats to put new pep into his lagging charger, Inflation...
...fine healthy contempt for geographical distribution blanks, salmon-colored cards which the officials call pink, and courses which may or may not give him a half credit for an A.B. The Vagabond is a large man and impatient of all these peccadilloes. His spirit rides a swift charger and he would be off somewhere in the country, dawdling in some old pasture, climbing a hill, or floating down some tree-lined river in a canoe. Learning is sensitive and must be wood in quiet places, not commardeered by signing one's name six times. In the country thoughts come rythmically...
...Napoleon's Aid". So lavish are the decoration and the crowds in Grauman's Chinese that ordinary theatre-goers might pass this picture by. Last week it was called sharply to public attention by 20-year-old Sherman Miller, editor & publisher of California Youth. On a white charger Napoleon rides across a wheat field that seems to be exploding under his horse's hoofs. Behind him is his staff, impersonated by some of Hollywood's foremost impersonators. From left to right they are: Director Erich von Stroheim, with his shako cocked over his nose; Producer...
When Jack tried to interest her in the excitement of the market-place she glowered and protested in a deep bass voice. She balked along the way, scolded Jack soundly for forgetting the days when he had used her for a charger or for plowing when it would always spoil the butter. At market it was the cow who was smart enough to insist on being sold for the handful of beans which an old witch claimed would return Jack's father's treasures. Fairy beanstalks need no nurturing so it took only a second...