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...largest of the British-owned Windward Islands in the Caribbean. Old La Soufrière, 4,000 feet high, once an active volcano, now rich in sulfur and hot springs and not to be confused with nearby St. Vincent's La Soufrière, was shrouded in heavy mist. At a time when the island's June-to-October rainy season was past, St. Lucia was drenched, soaked, deluged...
...players use so much mascara under their eyes when it shows so frightfully? Why do they yell Yoohoo over there? Why doesn't he blow the whistle, Vag? . . . Yes. No. Yes. No. Vag doesn't know. How can he know everything, oh lovely Simmous girl? There is still a mist over his eyes from the Harvard-Dartmouth Ball last night. Or is it his pride in the team? This afternoon he will know...
...Revere Beach or Marblehead, when the weather was fine, to paint ships, bathers, surf. His paintings are all blobby, brightly-pied patterns, in a more distinctly personal technique than was developed by most U. S. followers of the French Impressionists, who broke up sunlight into a mist of colors. By 1901, when he painted In Central Park (see cut), he stood high among U. S. artists...
Britain's Air Secretary, Sir Kingsley Wood, dapper, chubby and dynamic, witnessed some 900 bombers and fighters in the games. After three days of "war," Britishers were more skeptical than ever of their defenses. Aided by typical English fog and mist, "Eastland's" bombers jabbed through coastal defenses and rained white rockets, indicating hits, on interior manufacturing centres, including Norfolk, Suffolk and North London. Territorials, firing anti-aircraft rockets, were unable to prevent "Eastland" squads from roaring over London. As a crowning gesture, one "Eastland" squadron located the defenders' GHQ at Hornchurch, Essex, gleefully swooped down...
...chaotic jumble of jagged boulders, where it has hurtled over precipices--not in smooth little aprons but in balls of white water which shoot far out into the air and then plummet downwards like rockets, leaving behind them long confetti-streamers which are lost below in dense clouds of mist. Down their in the flat valley, the river could forget this roaring nightmare and become a lazy serpent of varied greens; light greens where the bright sands lay near the surface, shading off perfectly into mysterious black-greens where the deep pools were...