Word: corner
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...building echoed deafeningly with rifle fire, pistol shots and grenade explosions. It needed some cautious maneuvering to recognize what corner not to go around. . . . The Rebels were on the floor below us, firing upward, while Loyalists shot down or dropped hand grenades. . . . Once a song floated upward amazingly from that doomed place below. A soldier next to me heard it just as he was about to draw the pin of a grenade. 'They're singing!' he said in a stupefied tone...
...content with that. Henry Ford next led a group of reporters about his plant. He opined that the most prosperous era in U. S. history is just around the corner because industry is opening up a whole new field for agricultural byproducts. Picking up a curved sheet of a composition which he said was made from soybeans, the angular old man jumped enthusiastically up & down on it, exclaimed triumphantly: "If that was steel it would have caved in." Almost entire cars, said Henry Ford, will soon be made of such things as soybeans...
...Vagabond, all life is one great Reading Period in which to first with frivolity and dodge the unpleasant actualities. To him all life is a prelude to the possible disaster which may lurk around any approaching corner. By sad experience he now knows there is always an examination or some other cruel testing period impending which will inscribe an icy circle around his moon or draw a thick cloud over his sunset. Life for him does not strike with fury or with the suddenness of lightning. There is no swift piercing of the heart by savage arrow. Rather...
...drove her to Hannibal, Mo., followed her thereafter on the preaching tours she makes in the Midwest, since she has no permanent pastorate. Ignoring her advice, Salesman Langkop last week plighted his troth to the Terror of the Tabernacles in Manhattan's famed Episcopal Little Church Around the Corner...
...middle of yesterday afternoon, when the Yard was beginning to recover from the violent interruptions of the morning that had broken its peace, a very small urchin stuck his face around the huge corner of the Widener Library steps. Cars were splashing away in the streets, but inside the Yard traffic consisted only of a few preoccupied pedestrians. The boy surveyed the situation for several minutes, then walked in an absolutely straight line toward a pile of snow in front of the Library. As he bent over to break the crust of ice, he didn't look much higher than...