Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Results, All summer Saxony's toiling 120 have marched out to her dikes each day in squads. Sometimes waist deep in water, they have driven piles with heavy mallets, carted sand and stones in awkward wooden trays. Cost to the Saxon Government has worked out at 3 marks per day. Of this, 50 pfennigs represents the man's wage, plus 2 marks 50 pfennigs for his food. As former Saxon army barracks were used, and as the 120 washed their own bedding, the cost of lodging them was figured...
...disappear into a hole in the ground. Amazed, Mrs. Hitchcock ordered her whip to tell Mrs. Phipps's superintendent; then set off, with her hounds, after the rabbit. Later, the hole into which the man had disappeared was found to be seven feet deep, furnished with a blanket, pots & pans, straw, a spade. He was persuaded to leave his burrow, where he had lived for almost a month, given a job as a gardener...
...hundred years ago a man lay dying in Vienna. Without a storm rolled deep thunder around the city, laid jagged streaks of light against the back-ground of the sky. And there was a great wind that soughed in the eaves and pitched the rain against dirty windows. But for all the dying man knew of the storm, he heard it not, for he was deaf. It was enough to know that the gods were angry, that Beethoven was dying. He raised himself on his elbow and, in the glare of a spray of lightning, shook his first...
...entertainment is in the nature of a foregone conclusion. "Rebound" has the cheery banter, the rapid repartee, the nonsensical chit-chat that is peculiar to Mr. Stewart's humor. And yet the picture has a high specific gravity, gathering body as it goes, until a climax of seriousness and deep dramatic interest is attained. "Rebound" is the story of a woman who marries the man of her love after he has been jilted by another. Follows a period of short-lived happiness, until the husband's actions show him still to love his former fiance. There ensues a struggle...
This old fellow, while walking through the Yard yesterday afternoon took a superficial pleasure, albeit tinged with a personal and deep regret, in the fact that his prognostications of last spring have come true with a vengeance. He can remember . . . it was long ago. . . the fall evenings under the branches of whispering trees, as he lay musing on the peregrinations of students on the gravelled walks. Some years later, Widener Library, a truly estimable building of itself, were itself constructed somewhere else, replaced old Gore hall and many of the beauties of Harvard Yard were chiseled away by the workers...