Word: grassed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...wide sweeping down from West Africa last week at the rate of 100 miles per day. It was the rustling of billions upon billions of locusts' wings. Whirring swarms dropped down on fields ripe for the autumn harvest, and when they moved on there were no leaves, no grass, no growing things...
...degree of perfection is not a peculiar form of conceit. . . . To me it is Religion. The other people you have written to will have clearly expressed answers. . . . I wish I could see George Bernard Shaw's. He once told me that tennis should be played in a meadow, with grass a foot high, and with no balls...
...suspicions might have hung for years between U. S. and Australian sportsmen. Last week University of California pathologists finished their examination of the vitals of the late great Phar Lap ("Wink of the Sky"). They had, they reported, found traces of poison, probably some of the insecticide found on grass which the horse was known to have eaten (TIME, April 18). But they had found only two milligrams of arsenic, an amount so small that it should have been actually beneficial. They said Phar Lap had had stomach ulcers, died of acute indigestion which distended the muscles of his heart...
Although he had been closely guarded ever since someone tried to shoot him near Melbourne two years ago, there were rumors last week that Phar Lap had been poisoned, murdered. The police of Menlo Park ordered his oats examined. For three days, Government chemists analyzed samples of grass and leaves which Phar Lap might have nibbled. Then W. W. Vincent, chief of the Western District of the Food & Drug Administration, announced that tests on grass from a plot whence Trainer null had pulled green fodder for his charge showed .01 grains of arsenic per pound. The poison could have been...
...Ford, Author Pitkin disclaims ambition to write the Ford biography-"the job would be too dull for us." Walt Whitman he calls a caution, but is forced to admit, "Not until introverts no longer read and write shall we be rid of the Steer that lived on Leaves of Grass." In spite of all, Author Pitkin remains incorrigibly optimistic. With not unheard-of scientific naivete he hopes to save mankind by mechanization of many of man's functions. In his age of Super-Sense, "A hay fever sufferer will . . . have a pocket sniffer which will enable him to detect...