Word: lefts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...opened to homesteaders, began to change from a cattle to a farming region. The old Colonel continued to raise nothing but cattle, ran into the Panic of the '90's, crashed. A Kansas City commission house, owing him $300,000, failed. Creditors arrived, drove off the cattle, left the Millers with 88 ancient horses and cattle, cripples and runts...
...West Longitude. Down part of that geographical corridor started Colonel Lindbergh last week-from New York to Miami to Havana, thence across the Caribbean to British Honduras, thence through Central American countries to the Canal Zone- carrying the first trans-Caribbean airmail. The day he left Miami, Feb. 4, was his 2/th birthday...
...Villard might do better if he left off his boiled shirt for a few nights, and panhandled his bed and board along the Bowery. "Mr. Villard needs bitterness, not expensive fun. He has had the latter all of his life. Heywood Broun needs a little iron, too. This country just now badly needs a few bitter men like William Lloyd Garrison. It stinks with a well-fed, mellow complacency, the spirit that elected Herbert Hoover...
Modest Petrovitch Moussorgsky wrote other music than Boris Godounov. Yet so little is known of it, so little of the man himself, that to many the new biography by Oskar von Riesemann will be news entirely. The story is of a young aristocrat who left military service to become a government clerk that he might have more time for music. Borodin remembered him in the early days as a foppish fellow who played bits from Trovatore and Traviata but that pretty stage passed swiftly. A peasant streak came out. Moussorgsky loved Russia and its history. He loved the people...
...Story. Black Hagar flung the man's body over her shoulder and strode toward the heart of the swamp?"tearing a way through the matted growth with her right hand while she steadied the body with her left. But this position caused her to advance with lowered head, and eyes fixed on the pools of shallow water through which she waded. At first this pleased her, for the little mirrors flung back pictures of sky seen through swaying cypresses, with small white clouds tangled in their branches. But presently she became aware of the reflection of an object that projected...