Word: darke
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...last fortnight, one man's voice was heard in the U. S. Senate for more than a solid hour. He told as horrid a story as the Senate had heard in years, a story of "dark evils of bloody warfare, sickness, suffering, hardship, privation, want and hunger. . . ." It was Senator Hiram Warren Johnson of California describing, not without politico-oratorical flourishes, the condition which Pennsylvania permitted its two-and-a-half-year-old coal strike to reach this winter (TIME...
...flap its wings. Alan Cobham, British aviator in the plane, looked down and started with amazement, for scowling up at him from beneath their heavy orbital ridges were the very dragons of his nursery books. And they were alive-huge, dark monsters nine feet long, who raised themselves on post-like legs to glare at the strange thing in the air. They showed no fear: during a million years all beasts on Komodo had fled from their voracity...
Indubitably, this work has been enormously aided through the publicity as well as by the personal efforts supplied by blind, mute Helen Keller. Impressed with the miracle which made doubly terrible Homer's cry, "O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, irrevocably dark, total eclipse without all hope of day," she could pity Milton, "upbraiding the world in high astounding terms," whose "light was spent ere half his days." She could doubt, in her heart, that it was a Nemesis who, that faraway, forgotten winter, had laid his hand upon her eyes. She could sense, perhaps, a certain...
...Bell strikes, two strokes, trembling. Demipest sat down at a table, drew towards him the blue book, fat and loathsome in its emptiness. A completely depitilated proctor advances, passing out examination questions. The indifference of a god. O misery, misery! Question One: cold death, like the shadow of a dark angel's wing, crawls rapidly over the stillness. The fountain-pen, possessed of demons, bounces obscenely on the floor...
...afraid to get out of bed. Not so with one daring student on the first floor. Hearing strange noises in the study he picked up a bedroom slipper and clad in his pink pajamas ventured from the sanctity of his Doudoir. He came fact to face with a slim, dark, foreign man with a strong breath and an unsteady gait. The latter said he was looking for the man in the suite next door whose available cash he had just appropriated. The youth in the pajamas was not to be fooled however. When he lifted his bedroom slipper threateningly...