Word: damping
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Socialist political club and another group hired by a Rightist club went out into the gloom of Marseilles last week to slap their employers' respective opinions on the blank walls of the city. At the end of a street they met. Brushes went flying. Paste pots were spilled. Damp bundles of posters littered the ground. Pistols cracked in the half-light. By the time the breathless police arrived two men lay dead on the sidewalk, four others were seriously wounded...
...reaches of the University. It was a cruel world. There always must be trucks. But the chilly drizzle continued and the Vagabond was again at peace with the world. For just as there must be trucks there must be a drizzle. A cold, cheerless persistent drizzle that left blankets damp in the evening and clothes clammy in the morning...
...that a scar of an old ulcer partly blocked the passageway from his patient's stomach into his intestines. This stricture caused food to remain unduly long in the stomach. The food fermented and formed, along with non-inflammable carbon dioxide, highly inflammable methane (which miners know as fire damp and farmers as marsh gas) and inflammable hydrogen disulfide, the gas which makes rotten eggs smell as they...
...Yeats, Synge or Joyce. His Erin is a Ruritania set to music, a light operetta in which broken hearts, murder, the open road, gentlemen disguised as tinkers, and a couple of good rough-&-tumbles lead inevitably to the old sweet finale. The Road to Nowhere's pages are damp with manly sentiment and the hero ("a man amongst men, simple men, kindly men, men who could be terrible, men who used strong language as a matter of course, but always men who could never hide their great hearts") is a little wearing. But the comicalities of Hibernian dialect cover...
Three youths prepared for the crime at one of Papa Semiz' beer-stained tables. Being minors, they could not receive the death sentence, but all three were cast into damp Austrian dungeons where they died in a few years of consumption. Papa Semiz, however, has lived on and so have some of the three youths' accomplices, notably Victor Rupchich, a newspaper editor who was back in the cafe at the fatal hour last week for a glass of scorching slivovitz...