Word: grasses
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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GIANTS IN THE EARTH-O. E. Rolvaag-Harper ($2.50). Over the wide grass lands the wind walked, making cat's-paws on a green ocean. Beret sat on the prairie schooner, staring at immensity, feeling the nostalgia that comes to those who voyage on desert places, land or water. Her husband, Per Hansa, walked through the waves, talking to the horses, to Olamund, their son. Beret looked at the dry and lonely sea. Even after the arrival in Dakota Territory, remembering her Minnesota village, she felt this loneliness closing around her. The sky and the green floor made no familiar...
...made 301. Next day, in the play-off of the tie, Armour again came from behind to complete the round in 76, while Cooper slashed for a 79. A spectator's body prevented one of Armour's mashie shots from going into some rock-ribbed tall grass. Open Champion Armour was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, 32 years ago. During the War he served in the tank corps, emerging with a partly paralyzed left arm. Distinguished in Great Britain as an amateur golfer, he did not turn professional until after coming to the U. S. in 1920. Since...
Underclassmen, most of them--have gone or are about to go. Seniors wall without immediate duty or responsibility. This is the interlude when laundry carts and baggage trucks and lawn mowers and grass sprayers have a sway as complete as it is desultory. The sky is often blue it is June, the grass green, and the elms with full foliage fill the eye; but men in shirt sleeves, unabashed, stretch dreary socket cords from tree to tree and other men assemble, more or less slowly, the lowest common denominators of Class Day fountains and bandstands. Heranlean pounding from behind venerable...
...desperation, I put down some lines in a notebook, 'I am the poet of slaves and of the masters of slaves. I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the soul.' That was the beginning of the Leaves . . . Leaves of Grass is more of a person than a book...
...have set in; the trifling airs, nibbling, the clammy breaths, fumbling, seemed to have triumphed. The saucepan had rusted and the mat decayed. Toads had nosed their way in. Idly, aimlessly, the swaying shawl swung to and fro. . . . Poppies sowed themselves among the dahlias; the lawn waved with long grass; giant artichokes towered among roses; a fringed carnation flowered among the cabbages; while the gentle tapping of a weed at the window had become, on winters' nights, a drumming from sturdy trees and thorned briers which made the whole room green in summer...