Word: clad
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Cardiff journalist, established a record by winning for the third consecutive year. The Archdruid, robed in white with a golden breastplate, commanded the people to rise and sing Hen Whad Fy Nhadau. In purple raiment, Bard Prichard walked to the presidential chair, seated himself amid a circle of white-clad druids, poets in azure, orators in green. A golden diadem was placed upon his head. Above him the Archdruid raised a glittering sword. "Is there peace?" he asked. "Peace," was the thunderous old answer...
Linz on the Danube is large, modern, comparatively prosperous. There are large iron works and ship yards for building river boats. Perched dramatically on a pine-clad rock just outside of Linz is feudal Schloss Waxenberg, subject of Linz's most popular post cards, hereditary fief of proud Prince Ernst Rüdiger von Starhemberg. Linz's industrial population is heartily Socialist. Prince Ernst, lord of Schloss Waxenberg, is loudly, violently Royalist. Unlike most Austrian princes he is still rich. Despite the cordial hatred of Linz factory workers, he is treated with the greatest deference and respect...
...rolling was won by Peter Hooper of Kelso, Wash. Clad in trunks and spiked shoes, he maintained his equipoise on a log furiously spinning in water for 14 min. 50 sec., when Sam Harris, his nearest competitor, splashed off. Champion Hooper received $150 and a belt stout enough to hold his bemuscled girth...
...murmur swelled: "They are coming!" Out the portal, down the steps of the basilica marched detachments of Papal gendarmes in towering busbies. The blue-clad Palatine Guards wore helmets topped with lazy plumes. Followed many monks and the first of a host of 5,000 seminarians from all over the world. Four abreast, chanting, bearing lighted tapers, they followed the line of march beneath Bernini's massive colonnade which encloses St. Peter's Square. This took them in serpentine procession around a huge circle, back to the basilica steps. When the column's head drew up before the church...
...Author Coates lives in Manhattan's Chelsea at the end of a disconnected telephone-wire, and it is in Chelsea that his story begins. There one Charles Dograr, "a rare and sensitive soul" meets "one night at 5 a. m." a remarkably white-browed, long-handed old gentleman clad in a pair of long green silk stockings. Old Picrolas reveals that he is an eater of darkness. He controls a ray invention, by which he can not only see through distant men's brains but pulverize them as well. Hospitably, Picrolas offers Dograr a share...