Word: gazes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Constitution when that famed old frigate tied up at Washington Navy Yard. He went poking down into her bilge where officers had to use flashlights, emerged with his grey felt hat battered out of shape by low beams. In the centre of the gun-deck President Hoover stopped to gaze at a brassbound barrel marked: GROG TUB. Commander Louis Gulliver explained that from it used to come the sailors' daily ration of a half-pint of strong drink. The President nodded, passed on silently...
...proceed with his present raconteuring. As he meandered . . . among the now paved walks of the Yard, he realized fully that his gaze rested on the glory and the grandeur of a past era. A yawning chasm, with concrete foundation, had replaced the roaming greensward of past years. It was ugly and repellent in the promise of its towering potentiality, a potentiality that upon realization will change the Yard into a Wall Street of shadow and skyscrapers. It would be more fitting, the Vagabond mused, as a monument to a deceased Harvard Yard than to a partisan memory...
Singers had returned from between-season holidays, stages and canopies had been rebuilt, guarantors were glancing over their bank accounts last week as summer opera began in these cities: Cincinnati, In the Zoological Garden there is a covered auditorium through whose open sides one may gaze over green lawns and gardens to a lake where swans and ducks swim. Sometimes during a pianissimo a lion's distant roar intrudes. Zoo men are careful to lock up the peacocks on opera nights. Here last week Ambroise Thomas' Mignon and Friedrich Smetana's Bartered Bride opened Cincinnati...
...work is unofficially believed to represent two nude figures, both viewed from the rear-one, a woman, flying off to the left, and the other, a horse, flying off to the right. The conception is of course in keeping with the general library scheme.) Turn about and gaze at the triforium gallery above the vast nave; scan the splendid cler-estory windows, heavy with tracery and mullions, highly effective in minimizing the light, and sealed hermetically shut. Pass down the corridors, and cry out in rapt adoration of more color, more carving, more corbels, more plaques, balconies, chandeliers, wall brackets...
...Versailles] I allowed Clemenceau's speech to pass untranslated. Dr. Bell and I stood up and walked down the room.* The moment was silent and ceremonious and we could feel the gaze of a thousand eyes...