Word: mirrored
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...hand (pistol); in Emporia. When peace officers came to his summer cabin last week to take him to the penitentiary, Mrs. Finney's plea for "one more hour" was granted. The officers returned to find Warren Finney sprawled on the floor, a bullet hole through both temples, a mirror propped before...
Meanwhile, across the U. S. border in Corning, N. Y., famed Corning Glass Co. cast the telescope's most important part-a 5,000-lb. mirror of Pyrex glass. The disk was 74 in. across, a foot thick. After cooling for three months, it was shipped across the Atlantic to Newcastle-on-Tyne, where Sir Howard Grubb, Parsons & Co., spent a year and a half making a polished concave surface true to the ideal paraboloid curve within two-millionths of an inch. Then it traveled back to the new observatory, where it was laboriously removed from its elaborate packing...
Least concerned of all U. S. journalists over the fate of NRA was the country's most famed editor, Arthur Brisbane, who now runs Hearst's tabloid New York Daily Mirror. While his neighbor Daily News was filling every editorial page for a week with angry philippics and cartoons against the Supreme Court, Editor Brisbane happily buried NRA with a scant half-column editorial. Then he got down to subjects much nearer his soft old heart -babies and gorillas. In a resounding editorial on the Dionne quintuplets' first birthday, he pointed the inevitable Brisbanal moral...
...McCrary Jr., 24, handsome onetime sportswriter on The Literary Digest, organizer of the Association of College Editors which it promoted; in Manhattan. For the reforming, vaguely liberal A. C. E.. Mr. McCrary drafted a letter warmly attacking Hearst policies. "Tex" McCrary now works for the New York Mirror, owned by Publisher Hearst, directed by Father-in-Law Brisbane...
...clock ticked noisily for two minutes while I watched my eyes in the mirror. . . . My eyes did not change. My head felt a little funny. I started to make a notation: 'Three minutes past two o'clock . . , my head. . . .' That was as far as I got. My hand fell upon the table and the pencil rolled to the floor...