Word: floored
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...large room on the second floor of a small grey house forms the sleeping and working quarters of a Dictator only 31 years old, whom elder statesmen held uneasily and attentively in mind last week. One enters, climbs a neat, unvarnished stair, and is stopped by two rugged guards in black-braided baggy white trousers, red fezzes, pirate sashes. Their pay is $12 a month. Firearms are by Mauser and Anfaldo. These ornate banditti are mountaineers of the tribe of Mati, and they guard their tribal Chief, Ahmed Bey Zogu, who is nominally President and actually Dictator of Albania...
Lolling like a plush pansy on the cushioned floor of her boudoir in their suburban mansion, Mme. Clemente vents her jealousy and disapproval of Crystal's wild-honeymoons, by telling all to the newspapers. That is where the narrator comes in, as an astute young literata fresh from the wheat belt, starved for silk lingerie and articulate courtship. An editor from whose gentle, sadistic lip cigarets droop two and three at a time; a svelte social secretary from Virginia who has come through three marriages with a rope scar around her neck and a bright-haired daughter, but without rings...
...first structure was probably situated in the Yard about where Gray's Hall now stands, and probably faced to the south towards what is now Massachusetts Avenue. The kitchen and buttery and the Senior Fellows' study were on the ground floor at the western end. The eastern end was given over to chambers within which small studies, about six feet square, were partitioned off. Each student had a study of his own, but the chambers were common. Between the chambers and the kitchen was the hall, entrance to which was through a projecting turret in the front of the building...
...Washington, August J. Keck, 57, cook, going down his dark cellar steps, suddenly felt his black house cat clawing viciously at his pants leg. He 'was standing, momentarily, on the cat's tail. The cat screeched; Cook Keck jumped, tripped, fractured his skull against the cellar floor...
...seen since Joel Chandler Harris. Now Mrs. Peterkin has fulfilled the implication of her sketch book with a tremendous painting, a mural in sharp tempera, upon which appears the entire population of an isolated plantation-all the huts, with the doors open, all the hearths, pots, newspapered walls and floor chinks; all the hound dogs, sow pens, butchered hogs, wood piles; all the murmurous lanes and sweaty cotton acres; the giggling creek, Blue Brook, and the threatening, dreamy big river with a sandy island and soaring fish hawks. The figures moving everywhere are dominated by a blue-black giant, April...