Word: grazes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...time never come when it will be the wise course to lock the college doors and let sheep and cattle graze on the campus that in former years had been the happy hunting ground for those who sought culture...
Bridget was only a hind. One November day she was taken to Aldington and released. She began to graze, then made friends with a flock of sheep. The hunters shooed her and she made for the sea. Next day she was found on a beach. Into the water she went again. Finally lifesavers rescued her, took her ashore. She made a dash for her cart, knocked down four men, jumped in, went to sleep as the cart jolted back to her deer park...
...only on his Texas farm is "Jack" Garner really happy. There from the sad dle he watches his cattle graze, inspects his hogs, takes a sick lamb up in his short strong arms to coax it back to health. What if his wife does fret because he spends too much on agricultural experiments? This is his fun. He speaks the homely language his neighbors all under stand. This week they were immensely proud of him. So were all other Texans. He was about to bring the Lone Star State its first Speakership. That was more than 29 other States could...
...first three rounds of his often postponed fight with Jack Sharkey, Monster Primo Carnera last week danced about a Brooklyn ring with confident aplomb. He smiled for the benefit of 25,000 spectators, whenever Sharkey's right hand reached up to graze his lantern jaw. In the fourth round Sharkey, outweighed 261 Ib. to 2021. thought of an old trick, one which would never have fooled a clever or a more experienced fighter. He hit Carnera twice in the middle. When Carnera dropped his hands to protect his body, Sharkey led for Carnera's jaw, reached it with a right...
...weeks about the streets of Massillon, Ohio (pop: 26,475) clattered a two-horse buggy in which sat a pucker-faced little old man with wiry grey hair. Whenever his vehicle was stopped by red traffic lights or his horses veered off to graze at curb grass, the old man would stand up on the buggy seat and exhort passing citizens-workers from the foundries, the machine shops, the glass factories, attendants at the State Insane Asylum, farmers from Stark County-to vote for him as Republican nominee for Mayor. With the fervor of an evangelist promising heaven...