Word: horizons
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Landon has been an able Governor of Kansas. Honestly provincial, he is devouring stiff economic and social treatises, trying hard to push his mental horizon beyond Kansas plains. Of his capacity to fill the White House chair, his friend William Allen White devoutly declares: "If a man has any latent subconscious powers they are aroused by the overwhelming responsibility. ... I am inclined to believe that Landon would rise to it. I don't know. No man knows. I don't think he knows...
...sausage nosed into the haze over the Hudson, flew on toward Lakehurst, N. J. There a huge crowd had lined the U. S. Navy's vast lighter-than-air field for hours. At 5140 a.m. someone spotted the Zeppelin's big round nose poking up over the horizon in a pink glow from the rising...
...little six-year old boy with list clenched crept stealthily along the Eliot House fence one afternoon last week. He paused in front of the Master's residence for a brief moment, and scanned the horizon up and down Memorial Drive. Then, after a cute pitcher's wind-up, wham! went a rock right through one of the Master's prize windows. First came the pleasant tinkling of broken glass; then the awful silence that follows catastrophes; and finally the horrible roar of the outraged being within. Ten seconds later the front door flew open and out thundered Roger Bigelow...
...telephone clerk near Dessye called excitedly to say that a huge flight of Italian planes had passed overhead, evidently headed for the Ethiopian capital. Twenty minutes later a sharp-eyed outlook fired a warning gun from the hilltop by the royal palace. Soon ten planes came over the eastern horizon. Traders and warriors in the town rushed into their compounds, blazed away at the sky with ancient muskets, double-barreled elephant guns, Belgian trade rifles, all with no apparent effect. For 15 minutes the Italian planes circled at an altitude of 6,000 feet. Then two broke away, dived...
...starts off like any "bourgeois" novel of the old pre-War snow-smothered Russia, but it has not gone far on its 570-page way before the rails begin to appear. Its scene opens among the Petersburg intelligentsia, gradually broadens to include engineers, workers, peasants, revolutionaries. All around the horizon the skies are darkening; as the atmosphere thickens and the wind rises, these rootless figures swirl in ever madder gyrations. Everyone hails the Revolution as the beginning of a new era, but for many it is the dawn of their last day. Though, like all well-behaved Soviet novels, Darkness...