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Word: horned (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...born in West Point in 1843, christened Eliza Wyche Hitchcock, which she soon changed to Lily for euphony. Her father, a doctor, followed the Gold Rush with the high title of "Medical Director of the Pacific Coast." Lily, aged 7, sailed around the Horn with her parents. Her first view of San Francisco was a graphic lesson in the value of a fire department. The town had just been burned out; most of the citizens lived in tents. Most of her time she spent about the San Francisco fire houses learning to polish nozzles, cut washers, braid drag ropes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Lily the Vamp | 10/9/1933 | See Source »

...photograph illustrating the article is of a three-point buck. To the best of the writer's knowledge it is common practice throughout the U. S. and Canada to rate a deer by one horn only and by the horn with the least number of points, if there be any difference...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Oct. 2, 1933 | 10/2/1933 | See Source »

...head. In surprise, the ticket-taker heaves a handful of coins on the stage. Some roustabouts who have been holding Dave Chasen above a glass tank of water, dive for the coins. Chasen falls into the tank and sounds the last note of the tune with an automobile horn...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theatre: New Plays in Manhattan: Oct. 2, 1933 | 10/2/1933 | See Source »

Editor Renaud is small, grey, round-faced, with horn-rimmed spectacles. On the old World he made a good record as a newshawk. He is aloof, diffident, rarely mixes with his staff except to show them a watercolor he has painted, a poem or play he has dashed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Press: From Post to Post | 10/2/1933 | See Source »

...morning and had to be quieted. He walked the floor thinking of all the damned stupid calls he would have to make. He couldn't find a sharp razor blade and his eyes smarted. He cut himself painfully on the lip, and couldn't find a shoe-horn. The coffee always tasted stale the way he made it, and he away fried the eggs too long so that they were greasy and brown. The morning paper wouldn't stay propped up against the sugar-bowl. Perfunctorily, he pecked his wife goodbye on the cheek,. hoping that she wouldn't wake...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Student Vagabond | 8/8/1933 | See Source »

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