Word: grounded
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Near Menominee, Mich., one Oscar Lebouf sighted through underbrush, squeezed his rifle-trigger, went crashing through the bushes after his bullet. Still twitching on the ground lay a buck deer. "Sapristi!" muttered Mr. Lebouf. "She sure ees one fine head of horns. By gar, I feex him, queeck!" Forgetting his gun he fumbled in his pocket for his shipping license, whipped it out, tied it to a horn. "Sac' bleu, no man can come an' take heem now," whispered Mr. Lebouf. He proudly examined the body to see where' his bullet had struck. Tickled back to consciousness...
...preChristian festival of the coming of spring--in Plakos, the scene of the action, with the holy spring, the race of the young men and the sacrifices to appease a jealous God--on the outcome of which hangs of fate of the not unpleasing flapper heroine--lends a back-ground and flavor not to be found in the ordinary detective thriller. The past, the primitive past, with its mysteries and festivals that one feels are perhaps after all part of man, hangs over the book, a dark and rather compelling cloud...
...purported advantages and none of the disadvantages of east-west and north-south football games. International debating is neither an advertising medium nor a gladiatorial spectacle. It is tainfed with neither professionalism nor commercialism. It is a meeting of keen wits from different parts of the country on common ground. In a more limited sphere it serves the same purpose as international debating, that of wider understanding...
...London, which seems to be the happy-hunting ground for Mr. Clive's play-pickers, the current Copley play had great popularity. It should have the same reception in this stronghold of Anglo-philes. Someone told Mr. Clive that there was nothing like farce for his stage, and Boston can resign itself to the fare for many a month, until the London farce market is exhausted. Fortunately, his informant was a very shrewd fellow. There is nothing like farce for the Copley...
While there is, of course, little ground for Mr. Nathan's thesis besides those which are self-confessedly based on sentiment, the actuality of the anti. English feeling, unfortunate though it be, is none the less vivid. There is absolutely no foundation for such a condition--unless one-accepts the Nathan arguments; officially the two English speaking countries were never so close as today. And yet continental travellers admit that German welcomes, in spite of the late war, are as warm or warmer than English. The explanation may lie in Mr. Nathan's expose of the national prejudices...