Word: dismally
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...cold and dismal in New Haven late Saturday night. The railroad station loomed bleak and cavernous, offering small comfort to the band of weary and discouraged Harvard supporters, which blew on its fingers and looked longingly up the track toward Boston. The Crimson had failed to flash in triumph, and here was a group who had suffered thereby, and who had to attend Monday morning classes in the Yard. But to do this meant something that was very much missing from the faithful at that moment...
...mustache and hair, loves fire-engines and faced the accusation that he cut the throat of Mrs. Mills; Henry Stevens, another brother, tight-mouthed, an expert marksman, said to have fired the fatal shots. The curiosity existed also because of the ghastly disposition of the bodies, in the dismal field, under the spectre tree. Curiosity was awake because of the time that had elapsed since the murder-four years. Finally, curiosity was awake because the newspapers had been stampeded by a grimy little sheetlet bleating, "Awake, awake...
Rain. After four years of Rain, Jeanne Eagels pours forth the dismal woes of Sadie Thompson in a last two-week stand at the Century Theatre. Somerset Maugham's story, made into one of the most successful plays in recent years, tells of a jaywalking girl from Honolulu and a fanatical, suppressed missionary who meet on a South Sea island. Miss Eagels, after some fourteen hundred performances has, to all intents and purposes, become Sadie Thompson. Actors, producers, public thundered her a tremendous ovation...
Prosecutor Buckner remembered five dismal weeks in a courtroom, dismal months of gathering evidence. He announced: "We never decide on the question of a new trial for at least a month. The Government has no apologies-we did our best...
...extinguished. Everlasting Smithness shows now as endless piddling, now as hope eternal. It ends as everlasting Smithness, a vegetable condition as happily comfortable as it is unadventurous. Symptomatic of the prevalence of Smithness are the prodigious sales, not only of romantic fiction for vicarious thrills, but of American Tragedies, dismal Main Streets and kindred counter-depressants. This book, which mirrors Smithness with shrewd, quaint brightness, will never have such sales. It is not among the Smiths' failings to stare at themselves in a looking glass, though they do like going to Coney Island and seeing how awful they seem...