Word: lay
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...again Madrid proletarians were driven in mad, screaming retreat, but again and again their shattered lines reformed to attempt fresh resistance with Spanish stubbornness, then suffer another rout. Meanwhile, smiling Generalissimo Franco was exhibiting his other distinctive characteristics: caution, thoroughness, quick decision, forehandedness. The steep-banked Manzanares River still lay between him and the capital and he knew its six bridges were heavily mined, but along with attending to military details he was also ready with his own White police force and his own skeleton force of civil servants ready to install them in the Government buildings which his artillery...
With the purpose of keeping the waters to their present meander, the plan now is to cut back the bank slightly and lay a stone course on the stream's edge between the Larz Anderson and electric company bridges on the Boston side...
...Telegraph Association sent in a six-foot composition sunflower as tribute to his "Americanism." "Come on, Theo," cried he to Mrs. Landon, "let's get our picture took while we still have a chance." Theo Landon was brave, too. A big, red-white-&-blue "Landon Victory Cake" lay untouched on the sideboard. "Maybe," said she as the returns kept coming in, "just maybe we've waited too long to cut it. But however it turns out," she continued, eyeing her husband, "I'm proud...
...magicians, newshawks, cameramen and gawpers, a plump, white-haired woman walked down a length of red plush carpet on the arm of a bearded man. Beatrice Wilhelmina Rahner Houdini and her business manager, Magician Edward Saint, seated themselves on thronelike chairs before a red-draped table. On the table lay a silver bell, a trumpet, a pair of handcuffs, a small shrine containing a photograph of the late Harry Houdini. This Halloween was the tenth anniversary of Harry Houdini's death in Detroit...
...furnace of wrath, a wide and bottomless pit. . . that you are held over in the hand of God. . . You hang by a slender thread, with the flames of divine wrath flashing about it and ready every moment to singe it and burn it asunder; and you have. . . nothing to lay hold of to save yourself, nothing to keep off the flames of wrath. . . nothing that you have ever done, nothing that you can do, to induce God to spare you one moment...