Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Glucke Roller Canary. Ordinary house canaries just sing. Rollers roll. They trill and pipe some twelve identifiably different kinds of music. For 400 years eager teachers have bred away their natural song, using organ music to teach them Gluckes and Rolls, using running water to teach them the elegant Deep Bubbling Water Tour. Modern breeders lef young birds learn by listening to older champions. Some trainers have tried phonograph records, but not successfully. The birds learn and include in their song the needle's scratch and crack...
...acquisition of a fine white Irish hunter. Last week the Rehn Galleries hung a fresh collection of Carroll's diaphanous, warm, pink nudes, glinting pickaninny-like Negresses, superbly deft drawings. Done with less delicacy and more fire than usual were Blacksmith, a composition reminiscent of Franklin Watkins, and Deep Down Blue, a black girl rolling her eyeballs in a voodoo dance. Biggest & best designed picture: Summer Afternoon (see cut), a wispy girl putting up her hair while her contented swain stretches his toes...
...part of the navigating desk, a pair of trousers. The debris, blown to bits, riddled with holes and imbedded with duralumin powder indicated a terrific mid-air explosion with instant death to all on board and immediate sinking of the ship's shattered hull in water a mile deep and alive with sharks. One was caught nearby a few days later with a man's bones in his belly. Said Avocet's Chief Boatswain Bogan: "Bits of wood and paper covered the sea. . . . They seemed to be fragments from the interior of the plane. All the pieces...
...from metropolitan journalism for us to realize, as our work on The Dartmouth draws to a close, that America is drunk with NEWS, not with TRUTHS, and that the confusion of "impartial" and "accurate" reporting with genuine portrayal of the actual situation is an evil that reaches deep into the ineffectiveness of our public opinion...
...Tech boy, the feminine voice said. Naw, Harvard, growled a deep basso, the owner of which the Junior instantly disliked. Howja know? she asked. His hat, he replied. The Junior's cars became red. Say, his hat's worse'n yours--that don't mean nothing, she said. The Junior squirmed and tried to look around without turning his head. Peasants! It was his best...