Word: dusts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Hours later when the heat, the dust, the drums and the waiting had worked up the crowd beyond restlessness, dervishes from the Sidi-Mohammed-Ben-Aissa tribe appeared and the great procession to the sanctuary of Moulai Ismail got under way. French soldiers were on duty to prevent anti-French rioting or manslaughter. Otherwise their orders were not to interfere in any religious ceremony...
...Trouble started when Angel Pestana, national head of the Syndicalists, attempted to lead a funeral procession in honor of a Syndicalist killed in a ruckus fortnight ago. Police barred the way. There was a scuffle. Knives flashed. Pistols banged. Angel Pestana prudently disappeared. When the firing ceased and the dust cleared one policeman and two Syndicalists lay dead. At least 15 men were seriously wounded...
...Author. Literary England is excited about Dr. Archibald Joseph Cronin. A Scottish medico of 34, his writing apprenticeship was served in concocting such unlikely sellers as A History of Aneurism, Dust-Inhalation by Haematite Miners, First Aid in Coal Mines. He took a vacation last summer, wrote Hatter's Castle in some three strenuous months. Gollancz, first English publisher to see the MS, accepted it with cheers. So did the Book Society of London. Though Dr. Cronin served in the surgical corps during the War, has traveled widely, has been down 500 coal mines in the course of research...
When the wheels of the big white Lock- heed Winnie Mae kicked a cloud of Roosevelt Field dust into the sunset one evening last week, they ended a story already read and reread by every newsreader in the land. Any urchin in the crowd of 10,000 that milled about the field could have told how the plane had left Solomon Beach near Nome two days before on the last laps of its round-the-world flight (TiME, July 6); how Navigator Harold Gatty had miraculously escaped serious injury when the propeller kicked him; how one-eyed Pilot Wiley Post...
...turning black, blacker. It was shot through with greenish-yellow light. Wind clouds bellied down to earth. Without hearing its far-off rumble, he knew a tornado was near, jerked his throttle wide-open to outrace it. Out of the murk it came, an infernal funnel of dust and cloud, spinning along toward his train across the prairie...