Word: gloomed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...lighting in the lecture rooms is so bad when the lamps are dimmed for slide projection that a positive strain on the eyes results from an hour's attempt at taking notes in the gloom...
Last October-just before the election-President Coolidge announced that he was troubled by the prospect of a deficit next June 30. He could see only the "narrowest margin between revenue and expenditures." An air of anxiety, if not gloom, was thus cast over the Treasury-in voters' minds. The conservative conclusion could only be: If a deficit threatens, let us not change horses, i.e., political party control, in midstream. The President's announcement was also used as a fiscal hackamore to make Congress stand hitched...
...cannot exactly be said to solve the problem of farm relief. It is a harrowing study of a widowed farmer and his almost maniacal desire to hold, against odds of youth and love, his young daughter. For his motives, see Freud. The play has a certain intensity of gloom, but much of its force is lost in clumsy ambiguity. However, it permits Miss Bette Davis to do an effective bit of acting as the daughter. For a curtain-raiser there is Eugene O'Neill's Before Breakfast. This is a one-act play with a single character...
...gloom which descended over Cambridge with the announcement that O. P. Jackson '29, crack Harvard goalie, was ineligible for service in this final game owing to scholastic difficulties has become even heavier. The University's probation rules have taken toll of one more Crimson player. Yesterday it was learned that W. L. Elkins '28, slated to take Jackson's place, would also be hors de combat. As a result, H. H. Newell '29, understudy of Joseph Morrill '29 last year, will bear the burden of turning aside the Yale shots...
Marda wanted to explore-and incidentally to escape Montmorency; she and Lois ventured into the gloom, relishing a fear that was "a kind of deliciousness." A crop of nettles, a dead cow, and by the stairs a prostrate lump that was a man. Sleepily he stirred, instinctively levelled his pistol at them; accidentally it went off, nipped Marda in the hand. The girls explained they were merely out for a walk; the man snarled it was time they gave up walking-for he was a Black-&-Tan, exhausted from days of guerrilla warfare, and they were the Irish aristocracy that...