Word: mists
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...committee had taken away from him would cost him his title. Starting the fifth and last race. Glenn Waterhouse of San Francisco had 51 points and Fink would have to finish four places ahead of his Three Star Two and two places ahead of Edwin Thome's Mist to win. Still em- broiled with the committee. Fink was ordered to haul Movie Star II out of the water for remeasurement. He refused to do so until the race was over...
...first day Sato quailed as sirens howled over the entire Tokyo area of 5,000,000 people. He trotted to his doorstep with pails of water, set them outside to extinguish imaginary fires. Overhead he saw enemy planes in small formations zooming out of the mist, circling over parks and department store roofs where anti-aircraft guns spat upward. Suddenly the street blossomed with colored vapors, to indicate that poison gas and incendiary bombs had been dropped. He coughed in good earnest as a smoke screen smelling like burning rubber billowed down on him. Suddenly the street was streaked with...
From a flying start in front of the grandstand Roscoe Turner and Jimmy Wedell vanished neck-&-neck into the haze. At the end of the first 10-mi. lap Turner roared around the home pylon in the lead. But when they popped out of the mist again, null was in front. Then Turner took the lead, held it to the end of the race...
...soft white crinkly crepe was the essence of simplicity and therefore the perfection of chic. . . . "Held closely to her well-poised head, her fair hair visible through its delicate mesh, this airy, unsubstantial fabric [the veil] drifted in long, broad folds for yards behind her, as fragile as a mist, enmeshing her tall figure, concealing her face, and, in its upturned brim that circled her shapely head, forming the semblance of a halo, that gave her the air of one of the saints or angels that, in color, looked down from the gorgeous memorial windows on every hand. . . ." Actually...
...cowled man commanded the Friar, and a lambent flame filled the chimney, cheering the room, driving out the chill mist. From the empty cupboard the servant produced a bottle of Maliga sacke and a fat capon. While the spitted fowl drank in the fire the monk talked of himself, of the joys of youth. "Thou'rt younge yet," be smiled. "And so was I, onely, methinks, a few houres gone. In everie pleasure reioycing, I imployed myselfe with all the wilde antickes of the sences. An apless knave, dauncing with the trulls, keping my stomacke better than my soule...