Word: cools
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...consequence, was to dominate the Mediterranean against all comers. In the cheers of the House of Commons for this rebirth of the League of Nations & British Might as twins, millions of the King's subjects joined sincerely and without hypocrisy because honest Stanley Baldwin, while asking a cool billion for weapons, also told them on the radio last week: "I think you know me well enough now to know I am no militarist, and you can safely trust...
...Wood, for white girls, has a big recreation & dining room, electrically-lighted cabins, tennis courts, ping-pong tables, riding horses, a lake for swimming and boating. At Camp Washita girls live in a dormitory, have a piano, phonograph, radio and cement swimming pool. Camp Bide-a-Wee "is a cool, green spot shaded by huge trees situated beside a clear creek" where "colored women live in screened-in cabins, possess a beautifully furnished main room for recreation and study and have tennis courts, swings and a croquet ground for sports...
...when I do my writing. I do most of it at night. There are so many executive problems during the daytime. . . . At night things cool off and quiet down. The stars come out. . . . Then-if ever-a stray thought is likely to come swirling out of the darkness like a bat and light on you. . . . I wish I could write books that live, like Dickens or Thackeray. . . . All I do is scratch down a few evanescent thoughts that are born in the night, and hardly live...
Tippecanoe and Tyler too! Remember the Alamo! He kept us out of war! Keep cool with Coolidge! Every man a king! When I was a child, I spake as a child; but someday the American voter will grow up and say, Now that I have become a man I have put away childish things, Someday the American voter may achieve education enough to put more faith in sane words than in same jingoes...
Radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers... High view towards Memorial Chapel from steps of Widener at noon... The caressing melancholy of a glowing fire on a rainy evening... The words: "So Red the Rose", Friend, Kindliness, Philosophy... A symphony concert in a large soft-toned hall, dimly lighted... The musty reek that lingers about dead leaves and last year's ferns... The epitaph: "Go tell the Spartans ye that passest by, That here obedient to their laws we lie"... View of John Weeks bridge from Duster at dusk... A little child relating a pleasant dream... A lovely girl in evening...