Word: clouded
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...actors are not the first thing seen. The curtain goes up on a scene that is pointedly empty of human beings. Time is to be the real protagonist of the story: "At length the moon rose and its polished coin, though obscured now and then by wisps of cloud, shone out with serenity, with severity, or perhaps with complete indifference. Slowly wheeling, like the rays of a searchlight, the days, the weeks, the years passed one after another across the sky." On a spring day in 1880 Colonel Pargiter leaves his club to pay a visit to his cockney mistress...
...Saint Cloud, Minn., after two horses had exhausted themselves dragging the 2,500-ton granite postoffice to its new location, Supervisor E. W. LaPlante recruited a dozen brawny girls to haul it the last block. "The idea is," said he, "to prove that the task is not a matter of strength, but rather the mastery of power...
...close to the guardrail on the span about two thirds the distance to Yerba Buena Island. "We're three minutes late." In an auto on the ramp over their heads, a cameraman for the San Francisco Examiner (morning Hearst-paper) was checking his shutter adjustment, squinting at the cloud-scudded sky, gazing with concern at the second launch below the bridge. The man in the helmet stood on the running board, slipped out of his topcoat, stepped quickly over the guard rail, facing inward at the bridge. He glanced upward to the cameraman above him, then down...
...watering a big mudhole from which the birds would draw material to repair their hard-baked, saucer-shaped nests. Next dawn a crowd gathered on the Mission grounds, all eyes peering out to sea. Sure enough, sharp at 5:56 a. m., 40 minutes after sunrise, a lowering cloud appeared on the horizon, grew bigger and bigger until it all but blotted out the Mission sunlight, making the air loud with the beat of thousands of narrow wings. Suddenly, while the rest flew on to the canyons beyond, a great segment of the swallow cloud broke off, swooped down...
...staple would fetch 20? per Ib. by next autumn (price last week: 14?), Secretary Wallace declared: "I think very definitely that the Government does not have sufficient powers now to effectively mitigate the wide swings of the business cycle." Bumbled Secretary Roper: "We must not let our optimism cloud vision and obscure danger signals." At once shares on the New York Stock Exchange sold off. Nor were impressionable financiers much encouraged by General Hugh Johnson's wry query in his syndicated column: "Who anointed the Secretary of Agriculture as an economic Isaiah? And where does Uncle Danny Roper...