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Word: grasses (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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With a big grass-stain on his white flanneled knee, William Tilden, champion of the world, limped over to the umpire's stand and wiped Bis bleak face with a towel. It was the third set and thirteenth game of his match against Rene Lacoste, at Germantown, and he was a game behind...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Davis Cup | 9/20/1926 | See Source »

...their doubles match from Henri Cochet and Jacques Brugnon. But a great issue was in the balance, and Tilden, as he put down the towel and prepared to receive Lacoste's service, was quite aware that this issue might be swayed, for good or evil, by the grass-stain on his trousers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Davis Cup | 9/20/1926 | See Source »

...doing the same thing now? Lacoste had taken the second set; now, encouraged by the appearance of the grass stain, he took the third. Surely, that was all the incentive Tilden could ask for. ... He had his back, at last, where he liked to have it, against a metaphorical wall. Unfortunately, the grass-stain on his flannelings was not metaphorical; and he had-could one believe it?-a perfectly literal limp. He had hurt himself. That was the plain prose...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Davis Cup | 9/20/1926 | See Source »

...bethink him of showered stars, yet sparks from a Fourth of July pinwheel are quite as effective and wholly permissible. Similarly, the macabre, the delicately gruesome, of which Miss Lowell was so fond, is to be found quite as handily in a neurotic seafarer's terror of growing grass, or in a drawling village dracula, as in the rat-runs of a cathedral's Gothic spire. As always, there are stunning eccentricities. Having used "apotheosis" in one of her lines, Miss Lowell hastened to end the next with "bulldozed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Non-Fiction | 9/13/1926 | See Source »

...footpads and submorons, Sir!") which was repelled and its leader, the Rev. Pudley, captured in his white skirts. Nor before Ruth and young Kendrick, within a few hours of meeting, walked in a panic summer midnight to a mad prothalamium of crickets; lay together in cool damp grass and took counsel of a Debussy moon . . . "List, sweet Moon," Ruth said, "where I learned my loving . . ." Ruth was an amateur of the living moment; she could quote poetry, swear tenderly. The eventualities aboard their pirate-schooner, the Mary Read, on Chesapeake bay; their chicken-stealing, arrest, abduction of a judge, capture...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Fiction: Aug. 16, 1926 | 8/16/1926 | See Source »

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