Word: ducking
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...whistled or gargled the words of his wan fables, a somewhat severe shade, one to be kept properly prisoned in the dusty darkness of a schoolroom desk. The urchins, now grown into babbitts or clowns or bigwigs, sang their geography, etched Spencerian parabolas into their copy books, played "duck on a rock" at recess, spelled out the stories in McGuffey's; then they walked home on dusty roads, swinging their book straps and talking to each other, stopping to cut their initials into fence rails or the bark of a tree. The songs they sang, the books they read...
...Scotch ancestors. "The only thing my Scotch blood doesn't make me close about is my golf score. I'm not at all stingy about that. If I shoot 100, I feel I'm playing an excellent game for me. I love golf." He likes duck shooting too but has no time for it. He has had no opportunity to travel out of the ninth Federal Reserve District-Montana, North and South Dakota, Minnesota, Northern Wisconsin, the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. He has a daughter, aged 13, another, aged 10. He was only 18 when he went...
...Premier was motoring slowly toward his office in the Palazzo Chigi, Rome. Signer Lucetti, some six feet tall, but with refined, sensitive features, confessed last week in a detached monotone. Spectators noted that he had thrust sockless feet into a pair of battered shoes, wore unpressed duck trousers, a collarless shirt, a saggy coat...
...feet. A row of trees, planted years ago by an industrious pioneer, now rose up to thwart these air pioneers. Lieutenant Wooster turned the beak of the American Legion, slightly, ever so slightly. With that turn, the plane lost flying speed. A landing was now imperative. Marshes, mud flats, duck ponds yawned below. Upon a small patch of green, Lieutenant Wooster made a perfect landing-an almost unheard-of feat with a plane loaded so heavily. The yellow giant skidded across the green marsh into the muddy waters of a shallow duck pond, wherein the giant's beak stuck...
Chief Boatswain George F. Kahle, piloting the rear plane, straining his eyes through the rain squalls, turned suddenly pale. The leading plane had, at one blinding sheet of lightning, given off smoke and splinters and instantly plunged below, upside down like a shot duck...