Word: darke
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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There was no crowd and consequently no cheering as a dark-suited man of medium height, his left arm paralyzed and an audacious moustache surmounting a well-trimmed beard stepped out of an automobile to pay his respects to Dowager Queen Emma, mother of Queen Wilhemina, at the Soestdyk Palace...
...Disease. A new disease, brought into existence by the application of radium to industry, was announced to the doctors by Dr. F. L. Hoffman of Newark, N. J. Women employed in painting the dials of watches with a radium preparation to make them shine in the dark absorbed enough of the powerful and constantly disintegrating element to cause bone decay, resulting in illness and, in some cases, death...
...midnight, in the middle of a baseball lot on the outskirts of Manhattan, stood a squat man in a blue suit. He lifted up his face toward the dark cave of a stadium risen out of a cigaret smoke, peopled with 40,000 ghouls. Enormous lights concentrated their white, sterile fire upon his stubby head. On each side of him, in the opposite corners of a roped square, sat a boxer. On his right was a young German, whose heavy, amazed face protruded from the folds of a bathrobe that concealed a torso bulging with incredible dorsal muscles, a pair...
...twice to Berlenbach's jaw, at which the latter sank to his knees, his cloudy face even cloudier. A bell had rung then, and Burly Berlenbach got to his corner and the smelling salts. But, after that, McTigue seemed very tired. His debonair red trunks were soggy and dark with sweat. Still he retreated, always faster than Berlenbach, ducking, rocking, pulling away. His right hand, broken long ago, was little use to him. At the end of the bout, it was the young German whose legs sagged, the old Irishman who seemed fresh; and, though he knew...
Loved by reprobate comets, mothered by gypsy women, automobile racers have few ties in the world through which they dash, and seldom acknowledge human kin. But, in the famed 500-mile sweepstakes at Indianapolis last week, Ralph de Palma, veteran driver, had a nephew-a dark diminutive youth with a countenance like a mask bitten out of sandstone by the wind. Uncle de Palma was a trifle worried. The boy was reckless; he might do himself harm. All day, as the cars circled, he kept his eye on the little cream-colored machine driven by Nephew Pete de Paolo...