Word: haze
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...present investigation, the newshawk seen most frequently over Mr. Black's shoulder is dressy, hard-boiled Paul Y. Anderson, able correspondent for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Anderson's whole career has been spent digging up scandals, until today he sees public affairs almost entirely through a haze of suspicions. He attached himself to Senator Walsh in the original Teapot Dome investigation, later scribbled two questions on a piece of paper and handed it to that inquisitor. For refusing to answer those two questions Chairman Robert W. Stewart of Standard Oil of Indiana was tried for contempt of the Senate...
...your own conclusions." It was generally understood that this latest military secret works by means of infra-red radiation. Emitted by ships and all other objects, this radiation occupies a place on the spectrum between visible light and radio waves, pierces much farther than light does through fog and haze...
Wrote Reporter Stanley Frank in the New York Evening Post: "The personalities and faces of the players were lost in the haze. . . . The game became purely mechanical and synthetic...
...paintings and sketches in the Keppel Gallery were views of New York City, mostly from a height. Most of them were lit dully with Manhattan's typical daytime haze. Brooklyn, painted in the early morning before the factory chimneys got going, was clear and colorful. All were ably rendered pictures, well worth waiting half a century...
...some huge invisible monster, pushed my head down into my shoulders and squashed me into that seat so that my backbone bent and I groaned with the force of it. it drained the blood from my head and started to blind me. I watched the accelerometer through a deepening haze. . . . I was blind as a bat. I was dizzy as a coot. I looked out at my wings on both sides. I couldn't see them. I couldn't see anything. ... I could feel my guts being sucked down as I fought for sight and consciousness. . . . My eyes...