Word: ironized
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...stadium was filled to capacity with roaring, cheering, excited masses of humanity. Two teams, representing middle-western colleges, were battling it out on the well-marked expensive grid-iron below. It was the annual classic event between two so-called Universities, although neither University had ever distinguished itself for anything but an extraordinary capacity to turn out all-American football players...
...engaged in building the church, they clubbed together to pay for it. Designer Willet happily put Architect Carroll at the bottom of the window, looking pale, and the stained-glass craftsman at the top, under a benevolent angel. A vine etched in gold joins the 14 figures in between-iron worker, excavator, stone mason, carpenter, woodcarver, electrician, roofer, plumber, plasterer, painter-and lettering sets forth: "We Are Laborers Together; Let Every Man Take Heed How He Buildeth...
...pneumonia; and 3) her strange, ineffective brain. Then she was buried with a fresh corsage of gardenias and the crystal necklace which her constant fiance, a jewelry salesman named James Burns, gave her. Her mother, Mrs. Peter Miley, whose second husband, like her first, is a structural iron worker, had kept a meticulous diary of her daughter's 2,096 days in bed. The doctor in the case, Dr. Eugene Fagan Traut, a closemouthed, popular suburban doctor, counted on being asked to publish a sequel to the clinical record he has kept of the young woman's stupor...
...Africa. Central character of the book is a remarkable native servant named Ramazini, whose dying German bwana (master) instructs him to deliver a collection of parrots to London. Against the sadistic treatment of a tramp steamer's first officer, Ramazini opposes first his extraordinary dignity, finally a lethal iron bar. Loving Memory, most ambitious, least successful of the five, is the story of a London newspaperman who discovers in his dead wife's diary after ten years of ostensibly happy marriage, a clashing, paranoiac manifesto of what she really thought...
Then Dick Harlow voiced a few of his opinions on wasting time in general, on pall-bearers and their place on the grid-iron in particular. He spoke in a modulated tone and his language was not strong, just very clear. Then the scrimmage recommenced and rapidly took on the aspect of a track meet. At its close, Harlow pronounced it a highly satisfactory workout. Nor are many more practices likely to begin sluggishly in the near future...