Word: grew
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Tammany chieftain, noticed a political gleam in his eyes. Alfred progressed-clerk in the commissioner's office, legislator, speaker of the Assembly, governor, presidential aspirant. The lower East Side sang "The Sidewalks of New York"; mothers kissed smudgy-faced ragamuffins who wanted to be "Al" Smiths when they grew up. Now Governor Smith is running for a fourth term on an out-and-out Wet platform, and Wall Street is betting five to two that he will be elected. If he is, the Democrats in .1928 will again have to battle over the name of Alfred Emanuel Smith, beaming...
...instant many a steaming Dutch face grew morose. Then a private, thirsty, petulant, vexed, picked up a chair, hurled it through a window of the beer canteen. Defiant, the men" seized many a bottle, grew pot-valiant, daced to chant the "Internationale...
...ring agreed to that as well. All through the fight they took turns talking, apparently to themselves; an inconspicuous microphone in front of them carried their gabble verbatim to many million people. They told how the rain, just a sprinkle as the fighters got into the ring, grew harder; how Dempsey kept weaving in, pawing at Tunney with fierce, ineffective blows; how people spread newspapers over their knees and passed bottles from hand to hand; how Tunney outboxed Dempsey, poked him off with wary blows, closed his left eye, cut his cheek, made his nose bleed. In the last round...
...open several hatching eggs (64 to 72 hours incubation*) and scooped out the eyes of the unborn chicks. These eyes they placed in a glass dish which contained blood plasma and extract of embryonic fowl tissue, a viscid fluid. The tiny eyes dreamily bobbed about in this sticky medium, grew in "a surprisingly normal way," gave the horrible semblance of blinking at the experimenters who watched them last week...
...ring agreed to that as well. All through the fight they took turns talking, apparently to themselves; an inconspicuous microphone in front of them carried their gabble verbatim to many million people. They told how the rain, just a sprinkle as the fighters got into the ring, grew harder; how Dempsey kept weaving in, pawing at Tunney with fierce, ineffective blows; how people spread newspapers over their knees and passed bottles from hand to hand; how Tunney outboxed Dempsey, poked him off with wary blows, closed his left eye, cut his cheek, made his nose bleed. In the last round...