Word: glared
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...under bright sunlight. These matches are shot under like regulations with the standard U. S. Military Springfield 30 calibre: 50 rounds rapid and slow-fire at 200 yd., rapid-fire at 300 yd., slow-fire at 600 yd., 100 rounds slow-fire at 1,000 yd. Squinting in the glare, 1,727 contestants sooted their sights with candles, tightened their slings, commenced firing at 5:50 a. m. over glistening grass. When the last shot cracked out, split the target, was marked by the pitmen and valued by the statistical officer, the winner became known. He was Lieut. Emerald...
Because they usually bring home more than their share of trophies, the Marines are called "pot-hunters." Accustomed to Central American rain and slime, they did not seem to mind the early bad weather, won more cups than any other unit. Equally acclimatized to tropic sun glare, they won the team match for the second consecutive year, for the eleventh time. The only branch that consistently gives the Marines a run for their money is the Infantry, which still holds the match record of 2,838 out of a possible 3,000, established...
...prowling Federal searchlight stopped to glare at 16 corporations, 36 individuals. The most glaring searchlight of its kind ever to be directed against big U. S. businesses, it challenged them for conspiring to divert industrial alcohol into bootleg alcohol...
...slow, soft breathing of 250 infirm old men and women asleep one night last week in the Pittsburgh dormitories of the Little Sisters of the Poor suddenly broke off into gags, coughs, smoke-stifled cries. Fire billowed up through the peaked roof of the Catholic home. Its glare lighted wrinkled faces twisted with fear and despair. Crippled old men thumped their canes on the floor for help. Aged women forgot their slippers and wrappers as the black-robed nuns herded them into a crawling, shuffling line down the rickety fire escapes. Querulous prayers rose in the darkness to blend with...
...weather for their hop to Denmark; in Hillig's words, "just a couple of immigrants going home." Few days after the "immigrants" start, beauteous Socialite Ruth Nichols followed in her fast Lockheed. Forced to land into the setting sun at the St. John airport and partially blinded by the glare. Miss Nichols overshot the field, nosed over, badly damaged the landing gear of her plane, escaped serious injury. But flyers and their fates held scant concern for St. John that day. For in the forenoon fire broke out on the town's busy waterfront, swept through blocks of piers...