Word: emeralds
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Emerald Stepping Stones in the Caribbean" will be the subject of a free, public, illustrated lecture at Harvard tomorrow night by Walter H. Hodge, noted botanist, at the Institute of Geographical Exploration, at 8 o'clock...
Recently, the Oregon Emerald announced in 72 point streamer headlines: "OU GETS DRUM MAJORESS." The action came as a result of a bitter controversy which had rocked the student body, faculty, and administration for months on end. There was plenty of reason for the Emerald to sensationalize the outcome, because it meant that Oregon had finally allowed the Pacific Coast Conference to go one hundred per cent for drum majorettes...
...that M.G.M. felt so duty-bound to show off their surplus capital. Such ridiculous extravaganzas as the "Munchkin Village" and the "Emerald Palace" call for a long and lusty yawn. Ten such scenes aren't worth one of Judy Garland singing "Over the Rainbow" against a two-bit photo-drop, or Bert Lahr chewing his tail. As a matter of fact, the none-too-distinguished cast has run away with the show, leaving the lavish sets sitting around without much to do. Bert Lahr may go rolling down through the annals of film history as an all-time high...
...pale glow over the downs and the sea moved in a light that somehow was more like silver than gold. But those rolling downs! Nowhere call there by another green quite like their shade in late May. A pastel tint, they lay, deepening the bollows to a hunter emerald. So she made garden throughout the morning, busy with tulip and dahlia tubers, hollybook plants to draw the bees, and the bitter tansy. The grocery boy came by with news of a herring run down at the Gut. He sniffed. "Seems like it's spring, I guess." "Ayea," game her noncommittal...
...Logan four years ago declared war on her own awards, founded the Society for Sanity in Art, Inc. Last week, at Chicago's Stevens Hotel, the Society came of age with its first national exhibition. Mrs. Logan turned up early, dressed in pink lace, pink gloves, diamond and emerald bracelets, a hat of feathers and flowers. While an eight-piece orchestra played her favorite tunes and she-befeathered, beflowered and bemused-sat humming them, a crowd, many of them oldsters, peered at 255 sane exhibits, murmured brightly: "Isn't it wonderful to see real painting again?" First...