Word: forlorn
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Faced with the task of gaining six minutes on Ranger in a 15-mi. run down wind, Sopwith then tried a desperate alternative that offered at least a chance of catching up. He sailed far off the course to gamble on a better breeze. The hope, forlorn at best, was frustrated. When Ranger crossed the line, in a deafening uproar from the spectator fleet. Endeavour was barely visible in a gathering fog. She finished 17 min. 5 sec. later, beaten more thoroughly than any boat in an America's Cup race since James Bell's Thistle was beaten...
...felt guilty for wanting to use somebody's forlorn pet for a sandbag, but I was so frightened that the feeling of shame soon passed away...
...Premier Chautemps had to reach all the way to Washington last week and pluck home to Paris his country's lynx-eyed, long-nosed Ambassador Georges Bonnet, a Radical Socialist who has several times been Finance Minister. Bonnet was sent to Washington last winter by Blum in the forlorn hope that he could wangle big money out of the New Deal. He rushed home last week aboard the Queen Alary, and immediately upon reaching Paris suspended gold payments by the Bank of France until he could go before Parliament to get plenary financial powers...
...type of person the photographic mania may present no menace, to the modest, shrinking violet type it is definitely a disturbing element. Life may have been an invited guest to Leverett's party Thursday night, but to most of the other guests it was certainly unexpected. It is the forlorn hope of many, however, that when the preferred list is again made out, a reservation such as that maintained by the HAA will be made: Kindly deposit all candid cameras or any other sort of photographic devices with the doorman...
10th. Up betimes to stand long in the window before dressing myself. Down under me the Charles running along toward the Basin with as little concern as if it never heard of February. Lord, how forlorn the little islands of ice do look! It seems as if they wait hopefully for some sudden chill to freeze them into their accustomed mass. The sky is bright and blue. Methinks much too much for a winter's morning. In my ears hum those pretty lines of Mr. Wordsworth...