Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...defense even in the form of a scoreless tie would have been satisfactory, but early in the last quarter Wells decided to try the Crimson's own passing possibilities, and with three passes, interspersed with running attacks, drove his team for the first time in three weeks deep down into enemy territory...
Night before in a speech telephoned to the Pacific Coast and there broadcast, President Hoover had revealed his plans: ''The improved situation in the country affords me the deep satisfaction of coming home to vote, amongst my neighbors and friends. . . . I have never gone so far away nor remained so long, except during the great War and the Presidency, that the homing instinct has not carried me back every year to sink more deeply the roots of my being in the fertile soil of California's spiritual and cultural life. . . . When. sooner or later, the time arrives...
...much-needed vote to his California total. Two million good Republican dollars had been poured into what looked like a fruitless campaign. Wall Street, Eastern Industry and Society were earnestly, almost desperately for the President-but they did not seem enough to blast loose the rock of discontent sunk deep in the electorate at large. The last week of the Republican campaign was much like the first-only hotter. Every member of the Cabinet except Attorney General Mitchell (a nominal Democrat) had done his bit and more for the President. At Dayton Secretary of State Stimson proclaimed President Hoover...
...have brought back everything except my voice. The emotion of a moment like this is beyond expression. I can only thank you." The small, deep-lidded eyes of Herbert Clark Hoover glistened with welling tears. A sentimental man, it visibly moved him to be back in California in his big rambling mansion on the Stanford University campus. He had not heard any returns yet. It was midday. He was only trying to thank a group of neighbors and admirers who had come up the hill to pay their respects. He had come into the State during the night, been...
...enough, he is a poet. To judge from a fragment which Creator Galsworthy quotes, Poet Desert rates every ounce of obloquy he gets: Into foul ditch each dogma leads. Cursed be superstitious creeds, In every driven mind the weeds! There's but one liquor for the sane- Drink deep! Let scepticism reign And its astringence clear the brain! To the Cherrells, who had sound ideas on income (which they pronounced "ink 'em") but thought more of Service to the State, Wilfrid was not a catch. More, a horrid rumor about him began to be bruited about the London...