Word: grimness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...darkness of the park, on the bridge watching the black swirls of the grim river, still and stark on the slab in the white morgue--the caprice of nature lives and dies. Life in the well of loneliness. Radclyffe Hall beckons with a sympathetic smile, a book in her hand, for mankind to come to the aid of the lost. But contrary to her intentions, her humane gesture is greeted only with the crash of tea cups on polite floors, the sneers of the intellectuals, and the holy pronunciamentos of of the court of civil law. Despite the while...
...setting thus described by him to the Senate, grim-visaged Senator Thomas J. Walsh has a bower, a summer-home on the northeastern end of Lake McDonald in Glacier National Park, Montana. He owns two-thirds of an acre with a 150-foot lake frontage, purchased from the holder of the original land patent before the park was created in 1910. Last week the grey Walsh mustache bristled more ferociously than ever as he did legislative battle in defense of his summer hearthstone and of a governmental principle...
...come in conflict over some priceless item, Sir Joseph is usually found sitting sedately nearest the prize with a millionaire look which defines and demands his desire. Duveen is unquestionably the most potent name in art marts of both hemispheres. The Duveen offices in Manhattan have an air of grim impregnability rather than a cordial fagade...
...London's impeccable chappies terribly agog. On the very next evening dozens of red carnations appeared in Mayfair, and smart women flattered their escorts by thrilling, "How adorably ghastly!" Meanwhile, however, Jester Wales, having had his floral joke,* was speeding nocturnally toward the north of England, to visit in grim earnest the stricken coal fields where a half-million miners are workless and nigh to starving (TIME...
...success, others probable disaster. Smoke billowed from funnels, gigantic guns stirred in their turrets, officers peered through their binoculars, made marks on charts, hoisted shining flags and sent curious wireless messages. But always the heaving ships cut new furrows, new foamy patterns. This was the mathematics of conflict, the grim, immediate study of warfare by men trained to stand on vibrating decks, coolly directing sea-born Waterloos amid a holocaust of explosions...