Word: deaths
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...advanced across the yard toward the gate holding Warden Jennings and the other hostages as a screen in front of them. He had run toward the cars drawn up there outside the gate as decoys, their engines running. Beside him was another convict. In the yard were others. Death was waiting for them, they knew that as soon as the cloud of gas sprang out of the gate. They backed up to the wall on the opposite side of the yard, clawed at it with their nails, climbed on each other's backs trying to pyramid over. As shots followed...
...twilight the machine guns on the walls were quiet, still waiting. A thousand people and a regiment of militia were at the gates. An airplane droned overhead. Death came for the rioters across the yard, up into the cell block, past the barricades which they had piled up with mattresses, chairs, beds at corners where they could shoot down a corridor two ways and back up to a stairway. Troopers told a convict named Johnson, who was helping them, to pull a mattress off a barricade. A bullet stopped Johnson when he took his first step. A bullet stopped Captain...
...smashed the Russian armies, opened the way to the Black Sea. Only the collapse of the Western Front and the Armistice stopped him. Though a Feldmarschall, he never wore a general's uniform and pickelhaube (spiked helmet) but always the broad black fur cap of the Death's Head Hussars, whose colonel-in-chief he was. He never, even for the sake of camouflage, rode anything but the whitest of horses. Unlike Ludendorff, who now is going crazy, he never proclaimed himself a God-inspired military genius, or even took personal credit for his armies' triumphs. Almost feminine in grace...
...fourteenth-century French primitives, loaned by J. P. Morgan '89, are on exhibition at the Fogg Museum. They are "The Adoration of the Magi" and "Death of the Virgin...
Themes such as death and the beginning of life give Mr. Powys occasion for no mean bit of modern metaphysics. A few of the titles. "The Withered Leaf and the Green" and "The Corpse and the Flea" suggest very much John Donne. At the same time this present-day Aesop keeps his faith with Donne in little thrusts of realism that actually make the reader shudder. All this, as said before, is quite smart: and yet almost as everyday as the "Farmer's Almanac...