Word: lits
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Down went three of the British bombers (according to the British) and five Messerschmitts, before the British ran for home in the growing darkness. Said the British formation leader: "The German planes burned for some time after hitting the water. . . . They looked like enormous beacons. . . . They not only lit up the water but illuminated the sky, which added to the impressiveness of the fight." According to Berlin, 20 British bombers were engaged, ten of them shot down; the German loss was one plane...
...Dubuque Street, where she works for her board three hours an evening as cashier. Then she drove six miles across the prairie to her school in Scott Township. It is a square, white frame building between a pasture and ; field of yellow corn stubble. Miss Campbell unlocked the door, lit a fire in the big Waterbury stove in the corner. Soon, trudging up the road from nearby farms, most of them in overalls or slacks came Miss Campbell's pupils: the seven Sladek children, three Smiths, two Leonards, two Hotzes, Lorraine Stockman, Frances Mc-Namer, Bertilla Loventinsky and Doris...
...Well-known devices: a tricky binding in which a victim's knees and hands were so entwined in wire that his struggles strangled him; insertion of matches under a victim's toenails, to be lit from time to time; laying a victim in a tub of cement until it hardened, then tossing him into any nearby body of water...
Promptly police went to work. Army sappers were rushed to clear away a ten-foot mass of debris. To forestall alarm or to help the search for dynamiters, blacked-out Munich was suddenly lit up. Someone started a wildfire rumor that lights meant peace: the Netherlands-Belgium offer had taken effect. Soon Germany's second hysterical false armistice was in full celebration. Police angrily cleared the streets and killed the hope...
...last week Chicago's elegant Goodman Theatre was packed to its heavy oak doors. What drew this throng was no thunder-rousing maestro or pudding-fed diva, but a pair of pale, genteel young men who plunked softly on 18th-Century-model harpsichords. Before a silver backdrop, gently lit by amber lights, they joined in deft pluck-a-pluck duets by Mozart and Bach. Occasionally they were joined by two lush lady harpsichordists in 18th-Century lace and velveteen. To all this harpsichordery their audience listened reverently, applauded with loud smacks. For they were listening...