Word: fro
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...slow Persian craftsmen, who made the rug out of silk threads, wove into it animals, riders, flowers. Horsemen move to and fro, pursuing lions, antelopes, ibexes, boars, hares, foxes, jackals and other beasts; many flowers, some western, some Persian, and some the flowers of no land, riot softly on the ground, or hang from delicate vines. The background is salmon-colored. Around the central field runs a quiet legend. In the middle all js speed: bugles blow there, stallions leap, and the beards of riding Khans shake out like flame along a wind of fruits and blossoms. But the border...
...evening the crowd had come trickling in. You showed your ticket at a brass gate in the stucco wall of the Sesqui-Centennial, a mile from the stadium. Between the Centennial Gate and the Stadium long narrow buses with red lights, electric motors and canvas roofs plied to and fro, silent as lizards. They were crowded. Diplomats, politicians, millionaires, sailors, Negroes, sportsmen went by. Vincent Richards, the tennis player, and his wife, and a raincoat. A huge black preacherman in a woman's straw hat. Mortimer Schiff. Mayor Walker...
...word. She takes Everyman to Confession, and when he has scourged himself, brings him to Good Deeds who has won strength now to go along with him. He receives the sacrament, bequeathes his property, prepares to climb into his grave. Alas! Whereto may I truste? Beaute gothe fast awaye fro me. . . . Why, than ye wyll forsake me all! Swete Strengthe, tary a lytel space. . . . Why, Dyscrecyon, wyll ye forsake me? . . . O, all thynge fayleth, save God alone. Voices call to Everyman; out of the darkening air fall their farewells-from the Cathedral, from the tower of the monastery, mocking...
Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes; Like ants they worry to and fro, Important men in Buffalo...
Lenglen. On a damp court at the Racing Club in Paris, Suzanne Lenglen and Mary K. Browne, one-time U. S. champion, stroked the ball to and fro. They are good friends and sometimes, in the long pretty rallies, they smiled at each other as if to say, "The spectators like this sort of thing," or "Isn't it exciting!" When MIle. Lenglen considered that a rally had lasted long enough, she hit the ball a little harder than other woman in the world can hit it and relieved Miss Browne of further worry upon the point in question. Often...