Word: foamings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...good tone makes you forget the creaky old plot. The pleasant old waltz, "My Hero," comes untarnished. And so, though there is no wit left in "The Chocolate Soldier," there is song, song that this reviewer would rather have rendered instrumentally as Biergartenmusik wafting blithely across the Pilsener foam...
Seven miles down the beach Sir Malcolm turned and came back, fighting a wind that pushed his wake of black smoke away from the foam at the water's edge. His average time for the two trips was 253.968 m.p.h., a new record. Pleased, Speedster Campbell held out his arm to show reporters that it was not shaking, said he planned to make another record the next day. Two days later he made records for five kilometers, five miles and ten kilometers...
...last snow flies in New England. Hulking pungs slide off quietly into the slashing behind the pump horse. The new town truck drones along the highway casting up furrows of white foam. With a sharp jar as the sled strikes ground, a cheerful gnome starts off belly flopper down the hill to school. A tall pine stands out in the pasture with the blackness of a widow in her weeds. There is the delicate, syncopated tinkle as a Morgan in a red cutter swerves through town. The mountains stare down upon the valleys grown old, and spare, and bleak over...
...athletics of the House, influencing the organization of teams in the fall, and winter. In the spring the retiring head tutor rowed regularly on the House crew, rowing at number five in the first inter-house race in history last April when the Lowell crew left Dunster in the foam. Just before this river classic Hammond donned a beard and derby when the Lowell eight took part in an all-Harvard flotilla...
...soldiers did not interfere when some of the dervishes stripped themselves to the waist, slashed themselves with knives, lashed themselves with knouts. Howling like dogs, other dervishes crawled toward the sanctuary, chewing glass till their mouths ran with bloody foam. Others hacked at their heads with hatchets, swallowed strips of blazing cotton. Some carried fat, dust-colored puff adders which they encouraged to bite them. Others swallowed molten wax. Circles of crazy dancing men moved through the streets tossing live sheep into the air, jerking the animals apart as they fell, stuffing bits of bloody flesh into their mouths...