Word: holing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...accident to the 150-pound shell happened near the Brighton Bridge. There was a considerable amount of ice floating in the river, and the 150 pound crew rowed into a large cake that was half submerged. The shell, with a large hole in it did not sink immediately, and the oarsmen were able to get out without being forced to swim. The shell was towed back to the boathouse by one of the launches...
...farmer's daughter heard the noise, saw a bluish cloud of smoke ascend. An investigating party beheld a hole in the earth 50 feet wide descending conically into blackness. As hours passed, this fissure sucked in the adjacent ground for 300 feet around, gaping out into the dry, sandy riverbed. Out of the bottom darkness, pale greenish waters later welled up and there was the white cow's body floating upon them, 100 feet below ground level. Sulphur fumes arose...
...remarked the presence of much gypsum and calcite in the region, two minerals soluble in water. He pointed out that there must be a sheet of subterranean water in the locality since wells have to go down only 10 to 40 feet. Finally, he pounced upon a sink hole they showed him only a few hundred feet from the white cow's sulphurous swimming hole. This hole was only just big enough to admit the body of a cow, but a local ranchman had lately dropped a small herd of dead cattle into it one by one. That accounted...
...golfing clothes adorn every other issue of most Sunday rotogravure sections, and these photographs have started a very silly idea. They have made people think that his golf is a joke. Whenever an old man is holding up a crowded course, putting from one side of the hole to the other, or standing bent in an interminable stance, one golfer will say to another, "Heavens, don't drive, Marjorie! That must be John D. Rockefeller." Last week Mr. Rockefeller gave answer to his mockers. He walked out onto a tee of his course at Ormond Beach, Fla., selected...
...never again pawed with his leg or sniffed with his nose. Dick McDevitt did not understand what people meant when they said the dog was dead. Dead! A stupid word; but he repeated it to himself until it seemed to take on a meaning. His father † dug a hole in the ground, and asked Dick McDevitt if there was anything he wanted to say before they put Ruff in it, for it was the last time he would ever see his friend. "He was a good dog," said Dick McDevitt in a clear voice, "but he is a dead...