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Word: meadowed (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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...animated group that had witnessed the bartering of Man O' War's parents and friends left the meadow at twilight and motored back to Louisville. The auctioneer, they agreed, had been lucky. He never would have got such prices for Belmont's nags if it had not been the afternoon before Derby Day when everyone was feverish and even the yellow dogs of Kentucky, feeling the spring of the year, carried their tails...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Derby | 5/25/1925 | See Source »

...moralist is entitled to one groan of regret, admirers of scenery must be permitted several sighs of relief. They may now gaze with less glaring obstruction upon the natural beauties of the landscape. The graceful swell of the meadow will no longer be surmounted by pork-and-beans; canned-milk cows will cease to graze the unfertile slopes of New England. Perhaps, under a more rigorous law the defacers of highways may be forced to renounce entirely their motto, "He who rides must read", and in some Elysian future flamboyant advertising will no longer stun the senses of the motorist...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: LEST HISTORY TELL | 5/15/1925 | See Source »

...tell you the generations Of man are a ripple of thin fire burning Over a meadow, breeding out of itself; Itself, a momentary incandescence Lasting a long time, and we that blase Now, we are not that fire, for it leaves...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Carrion Ground | 5/11/1925 | See Source »

...change along the highways can hardly be estimated. When long lines of malted cows no longer straggle across the deep-blue meadow, the autoist may find line to admire the bovine sedateness of the brirdled cow. When the sad white pup ceases to moan up into the victrola, when the tire twins stop rubbing their eyes and get to bed, when that inexecrably good-looking rounder stops boasting of the mile he never walked, when the world has used up all that good gulf gasoline, then the tired eyes of city dwellers may no longer be tortured by the garish...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OH LORD, HOW LONG? | 3/11/1925 | See Source »

This was the dream of Mrs. Theodate Pope Riddle: Some 2,000 acres of meadow and rough woodland just west of Hartford, Conn., cut by boiling trout streams, bordered by the Farmington River. Built thereon, a rough-hewn stone village, copied after old Colonial villages, with heavy-timbered gables, hand-joined by wooden pegs; with split-oak roof-trees, slate-slabbed roofs and other backwoods atmosphere. In this village, a population of hardy schoolboys, citizen-students of Avon College (a school and junior college, preparatory to universities...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Balm | 12/29/1924 | See Source »

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