Word: glacial
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Next day reporters rushed to Secretary Hull's regular press conference at 12:30 p. m. "Gentlemen," said the Border Statesman, giving them a glacial stare, "I have nothing to say on the City of Flint or transference to the Panama flag...
Twilight of Man is illustrated with Hooton's own drawings, one of which thoroughly illustrates the phenomenon of steatopygia - an accumulation of fat on the posterior - which appears in the females of some primitive human types, and which probably helped some women of the Glacial Period to keep warm when skimpier males crowded them from the fire. Hooton "apologizes" for his drawings thus: "Amateur illustration by an author is like profanity in conversation. It probably serves no useful purpose and certainly is shocking and objectionable to many, but the perpetrator enjoys...
...friends long ago went to work to climb these big hurdles, many lesser ones. For the U. S.-glacial Sumner Welles, the high-domed Acting Secretary, and once Embassy Secretary to Argentina (1917-19); for Argentina-Señor Don Felipe Alberto Espil, the raven-haired Argentine Ambassador to the U. S., who wears his white-tie-&-tails with the nonchalance of Fred Astaire, who was once the Duchess of Windsor's constant dancing partner, whose barber lets no sign of his 52 years show around the ears...
...Baltic Plain is glacial country. When the ice cap was inching out over Europe, drainage toward the north was blocked; hence the plain is now crisscrossed-by old river beds that run from east to west, by rivers that now flow into the North and Baltic Seas. The new river beds and the old connecting valleys make it relatively easy for soldiers to roll across the Baltic Plain in any direction. Germany's soldiers rolled against Russia in 1914 on railroad lines built especially to serve strategic purposes. On the Russian side of the border railroafls were...
...Canadian-born Explorer Kaulback, Tibet is no hermit kingdom, but a realistic Shangri-La whose glacial rocks, shrewd lamas, innumerable prayer-wheels, odoriferous grime somehow delight his Cambridge-bred soul. He had been to Tibet once before and was glad to get back: "It was good to taste real buttered tea again. ... We ourselves were awash by the time the tents were up. ... That night it was just as it had been two years before. . . horsebells jingling; the howl of a dog; a voice in the distance singing a mournful song; and over everything the smell of wood smoke...