Word: herds
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...night the detectives watched, muffled in thick cloaks against the chill African night. At dawn a herd of goats ambled down the street, led by a young Spanish boy blowing on a cowhorn. The detectives craned their stiff necks. At each doorway where an empty milk can was standing the goatherd stopped, milked a complacent nanny to the requisite amount, then passed on. Meanwhile the other goats foraged busily. The surprised detectives saw numbers of them make for the alley where stood the French and Spanish cinema billboards, sniff the Spanish posters suspiciously, then turn to the French and pulling...
...will refresh my eyes, a last time, at the sun of Beethoven," begins virile Author Holland. "The whole being of a Beethoven ... is representative of a certain European epoch. . . . He is not the shepherd driving his flock before him; he is the bull marching at the head of his herd." Portrait at 30. "The mind of Beethoven has strength for its base. The musculature is powerful, the body athletic; we see the short stocky body with its great shoulders, the swarthy red face, tanned by sun and wind, the stiff black mane, the bushy eyebrows, the beard running...
...could. Secretary of War James William Good last week might have charged out into a grassy field just below New Orleans, waved his Arms wildly, uttered loud noises from his throat. This he might have done to rout a herd of cows complacently grazing over the site of one of the few U.S. victories in the War of 1812. But as decorous conduct is expected of the Secretary of War, and as he was hundreds of miles from New Orleans, Mr. Good had to content himself with drafting a bill and forwarding it to the House Military Affairs Committee providing...
...prize. A Man Scans His Past tells a story as much of prairies and snows as of death and love in Canada. Poetic descriptions of nature are lavishly strewn over a French horse-trader's trek from the U. S. to Canada where he sells his herd; then his mush onward by sled and dog, to the frozen Northwest for furs. On the way back death comes to his companion ; and, though freighted by the corpse in a wolf-country, he battles his way back to the girl he loves, Hannah O'Molloy. They marry and there...
...they pour through the funnel's spout and into the pen. Last week Catcher Skelton and his band, either because of natural exuberance or because of the upsetting effect of a bad thunderstorm, stampeded a bunch of horses on their way to the corral. There followed a thundering herd effect which would have gladdened any cinemactor's heart. The lightning flashed. The thunder banged. The cowboys whooped. The horses, led by a black mustang stallion, galloped. Gumbo mud spattered. Arrived at the camp the horses, thoroughly out of control, splashed through the shallow water-pool, soon left...