Word: clouded
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...victories of his sire, Gallant Fox, and Omaha, by the same sire? Or would bad racing luck-his jockey was thrown at the start of the Kentucky Derby; Bold Venture beat him by a nose in the Preakness-cost him this race too? Ten horses, bunched in a feathery cloud of dust, swung into the last turn, and Jockey Jimmy Stout on Granville made his bid. Granville caught the leader, John Hay Whitney's Mr. Bones. Then down the stretch, while 35,000 people shouted, he outran his own bad luck. Mr. Bones was two and a half lengths...
...week newshawks asked John Hamilton about the rumors. Obviously primed with his points, if not with his metaphors, the jut-jawed Republican Chairman barked: "There is not an iota of truth in such a thing, and it is a deliberate attempt by those other people to throw a dust cloud when they know their ship is sinking. We have a red herring in every campaign, and apparently this is the first such attempt. The opposition is using this unholy issue to catch votes as it best suits their purpose...
...Bendix prize for the meet's longest distance flight went to Chester J. Decker of Glen Rock, N. J. On the last day of the meet he took off from Elmira, climbed to 5,500 ft., found a "street" (chain of cumulus clouds). Swinging beneath it in long, irregular parabolas from cloud to cloud, he proceeded to Ottsville, Pa., where he glided down - 146 miles from Elmira. His flight narrowly missed the U. S. record of 158 miles...
...Everyone knows what damage is done to the soul by bad motion pictures. They are occasions of sin; they seduce young people along the ways of evil by glorifying the passions; they show life under a false light; they cloud ideals; they destroy pure love, respect for marriage and affection for the family...
Scene: Cleveland. No deer but any tame elephant would have felt at home that day in Cleveland's auditorium. The audience chattering, the band playing, the smell of fresh pine lumber, were mindful of a circus. Over the delegates, like a cumulus cloud, hung a battery of loudspeakers shrouded in gauze. The voice of a man amplified to unearthliness rumbled through the hall. Chairman Henry Prather Fletcher, a midget in white, stood in a blaze of golden light from batteries of lights above his head. Everywhere cigaret smoke curled through the blue beams of eight great floodlights glaring down...