Word: fitful
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...should be all finished in good order by Monday, however, and the Vagabond can then promise that it won't happen again, for another year anyway. And while his physical feet will probably touch no soil more remote than Cape Cod for many months to come, he will be fit to match tales with the most hardened globe-trotter and at the expense of far less energy...
After much secret and uncertain picking up and putting down, Herbert Hoover fitted ten pegs into ten holes and finally made up his Cabinet. It had been a brain-bullying task and the result, somehow, failed to produce the striking design of supermen and specialists which Mr. Hoover-and the U. S.-had hoped for last November. He had had a surplus of little pegs that would have fallen through the holes, whereas big pegs of individual shapes refused to fit in, even when pushed. But a survey of his handiwork at least brought the new President the consoling knowledge...
Wolf Song (Paramount). Hill scenery is the background of this intelligent attempt to fit music into a romantic story. The foreground is Lupe Velez, who sings attractively and shrilly through her teeth. Gary Cooper is a gangling Kentucky boy who loves and kidnaps a Mexican girl and is harassed at last by the conflict between his memory of the girl's sweet singing and the fleering chantey of the mountaineers...
...determining a means of attaining the most important aim of humanity at present, but also of the educational policy that necessarily must be followed to achieve world peace. Since the basic principle in which all educators are in accord is that the broad purpose of education is to fit the individual most efficiently to understand, appreciate, and better himself and his fellowman, Mr. Hawtrey has not only proposed a universally desired solution of a perplexing international problem, but he has also furnished a definite target for contemporary educators...
...river darkened and thundered towards the mill race, light came full on the high façade of decay. Incredible in its loneliness, roofless, floorless, beams criss-crossing the dank interior daylight, the whole place tottered, fit to crash at a breath. Hinges rustily bled where a door had been wrenched away...