Word: flatted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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With scientific aim, the modern world is slowly strangling its novelesque material. Lacking the palmer and the pilgrim, Sir Walter Scott's work might fall a trifle flat. Without magic and magicians, the "Arabian Nights" would never have been written. Sans tom-tom and medicine man, the ferocious savage of America has about him less awful mystery...
Paulen, the Dutch middle-distance runner who is also entered with Watters in the 600 yards arrived last night on the steamer Olympic from the flat country, and will have little chance to whet his spikes before the race tonight. A brisk walk will probably be all the exercise he will get before the meet starts. As foreign stars in all lines of sport have taken several days to get acclimated before competing, it is doubtful whether Paulen will put on his best exhibition before his next meet...
...London, Countess Russell endeavored to excuse aged U. S. journalist-lecturer Poultney Bigelow for asserting* that famed British novelist-historian H. G. Wells seemed to him like "a lucky stock-broker or traveling salesman," on the now famous occasion of their meeting at Countess Russell's flat (TIME, Jan. 25). Said Countess Russell, famed as the anonymous author of Elizabeth and her German Garden, known to pre-War German society as the Countess von Arnim, before her marriage Miss Mary Annette Beauchamp: "Bigelow is full of generous admiration. He gilds one with his warm rays. I am persuaded that...
...British were said to have knocked off 80 million of the 580 million pounds owing to them for a starter, and to have proposed that the residual 500 million pounds ($2,430,000,000) should be repaid to them in equal yearly installments over 62 years, i. e., a flat annuity of slightly over 8 million pounds ($38,880,000). The Italians allegedly replied by offering to repay a total of ap- proximately 250 million pounds (half the British demand), in yearly annuities of 4 million pounds...
...first Mr. Wells flipped over the pages contemptuously. Then his eye kindled at the following description of himself, interlarded with an account of a tea party at Lady Russell's London flat...