Word: dark
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...request by extinguishing outside lights, curtaining windows, painting over skylights. Angry crowds smashed the signs and windows of two nonconformist shops. Police in white raincoats and civilian air wardens halted cars, asked drivers to dim down to parking lights. Crowds out to see the fun bumped their shins on dark sidestreets and flocked into Piccadilly Circus and Hyde Park, where spectators alternately cheered and groaned at the efforts of the searchlight crews...
...flow of gold from France to the U. S. In the process, Mannheimer's health broke, his weight dropping from 264 to 143 Ibs. But Paul Reynaud was grateful, served as best man when, only eight weeks ago, the dying financier surprised everyone by marrying a tall, dark, 21-year-old Brazilian girl named Marie Antoinette Reiss. The marriage was as doomed as Fritz Mannheimer's bank. The groom had a heart attack during the ceremony, was revived with two injections to get through it. Recently he fainted in the French Finance Ministry. Twenty-four hours after...
Last week its high, dark rooms were empty, stripped of their fittings. The American Art Association-Anderson Galleries, its license suspended for nonpayment of over $50,000 in debts, had banged down the gavel for perhaps the last time...
...broke up this amiable relationship: New England-born Edward Colburne, and Virginia-born Lieutenant-Colonel Carter, a dark-haired, hard-drinking, segar-smoking veteran of many wars and love affairs, a widower of nearly 40 who had stayed with the Union despite mysterious intrigues with Southern filibusters before the war. Intelligent, discerning, timid, young Colburne let the Colonel walk off with Lillie. She was almost annoyed about it. Colburne, she thought, was "very pleasant, lively and good; but-and here she ceased to reason-she felt that he was not magnetic." The Colonel certainly was. When all four turned...
...first flight of her long-planned transatlantic mail service. Three hours later she put in briefly at the Foynes, Eire marine base, rose again trailing a weighted line for a refueling maneuver never before attempted in commercial transport service. Above her silvery-sleek spine flew an ugly, dark-snouted bomber converted into an air-going tanker. At some 500 feet the tanker's ejector flung out a grapnel. It hooked around the Caribou's line, skidded along to the tip, locked fast with a corresponding gripper. With the electric potentials of both planes equalized to prevent static sparks...