Word: gone
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...been a farmer, a soldier in Russia's wars, killing many people. He had gone to the monastery to be purified but had found too much comfort (two meals per day, four hours of sleep, eight hours of prayer or meditation, the rest work). So he had climbed the mountain to be alone...
...historical.* Last week he attempted to duplicate the first candlelit concert but modernized methods boggled the illusion. The candles were electric, behaved accordingly. 'Cellist Desire Danczowski's flame flickered, threatened to quit before the end; 'Cellist Walter Hermann's balked when it should have gone out. Some screwed their bulbs solemnly, filed quietly off stage. Others strove with lusty, puffing noises to produce more realistic effects. Conductor Reiner "snuffed" his candle last, started for the door in the dark and tripped over a cord which made a light blink foolishly for a finale...
...demark a U. S. Empire upon which the sun never sets. They are but the military manifestation of that empire and for every Marine spending Christmas away from home this year there are more U. S. civilians abroad than ever before. From countless U. S. homes this month have gone forth Christmas boxes and bundles to countless far-flung civilian Jacks. Toms, Ikes, Petes. The year had been generous at home but many a son could not be present to share its holiday rewards. When other U. S. citizens were turning homeward for the year's greatest family celebration, Jack...
...lounged in a chair; the pool of his clear honest eyes was troubled. He liked the girl, he said, awfully, but he wished she'd not 'paw' him, they weren't engaged or anything. Last evening he'd told her so; in fact had gone into it at some length. When he'd finished she'd said: 'Oh, Tom, I just love to hear you talk like that! Kiss me, sweetie.' And she'd sat on his lap. What...
...fought a duel with Count Branicki; in Rome he was decorated by the Pope; in Switzerland he spent a week with Voltaire; in Berlin he was offered a mastership in a boys' school by Frederick the Great. When he was finally allowed to return to Venice, his money gone and credit dwindling, he became a spy for the Inquisition; congenitally unable to toe the line, he got into hot water with his holy employers and had to leave Venice once more. Thence his decline was rapid: still a spy (though now on a commission basis, no longer salaried...