Word: dank
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...people of Kukang, and all of Quemoy, now live-and die-by the calendar. On the odd days of the month, when Red shells pour thunderously in from the mainland, the people of Kukang stay holed in their shelters-grandmothers, babies, ducks and chickens squeezed tightly into dank caves, protected from the cold November winds only by tattered curtains of sacking. Their schools long since closed, children play in the caves with chunks of shrapnel. Night closes in early. By 6 p.m. the people have cleaned their bowls of rice, bean curd and cabbage and settled down on straw mats...
Once upon a time, in the dank and gloomy castle of Monteloup in old Poitou, there lived an impecunious baron and his daughter Angélique, a wild and barefoot sprite who played, perhaps more than she should, with the peasant boy Nicholas. Looking to Angélique's beauty to save him from ruin, the baron betrothed her to the Comte de Peyrac de Morens, known as the Great Lame Devil of Languedoc, who was said to be so ugly that girls ran away when he passed by on his great black horse. As it turned...
...baseball berth, but it had no divinity school. Yale had one, so it was to Yale that Stagg went, aged 22, with $32 to his name. He always ran from job to class to garret-largely because he had no overcoat to keep out New Haven's raw, dank cold. He kept up this habit of running wherever he was going until 1957, when, at 94, he fell and skinned his nose. Said he last week: "I may get back...
...steep even for a Texas millionaire who made inquiries. Even less appealing was the condition of the 40-room, 16th century Chateau de Vauvenargues in sunny Provence. Fortnight ago, the pleased master of Vauvenargues showed up for a housewarming. At first Homeowner Pablo Picasso thought that the dank castle, which has no central heating and little plumbing, would make a fine warehouse, later decided to move in himself. Proletarian Pablo would undoubtedly forgo the title (marquis) that goes with the moldy heap, but the price of restoration-an estimated $500,000-would give him an even better one: France...
...farmers in the fields. Two hours before we arrived, a hunk of shrapnel had blown the head off 40-year-old Li Wen-pi as he tried to lead his horse to safety. Even in the late afternoon, when no shells were falling, Kuning-tou's deep, dank underground shelter was crowded. The Communists are calculating their artillery fire to harass Quemoy's nerves-there is always fire at mealtimes and just after bedtime. Any crossroads is an unhealthy place to pause...