Word: moone
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...climbed his old Tower and this time by some queer premonition drew the ladder after him. The old woman had left a fire to welcome the fellow; the candies had burned their life away. Things were different tonight; as if some ominous cloud had set about the Tower. The moon shone into the chamber in a doubtful, suspicious manner. All kinds of weird shapes quivered on the wall. And now there struck a deep-booming, yawning bell. Twelve o'clock...
...Knowest thou the mystery of the moon? Darest thus sleep even in its stolen rays? Take care, Vagabond, take care!" There is nothing so uncanny as when a man accidentally sees his pale face by moonlight in a mirror; and at the same time hears wired whispering voices murdering the silence of the night with ambiguous warnings. But so it happened...
...snake phobia, it is many a long year since the Kansas City Star has printed news of reptiles (TIME, Aug. 18, 1930). When references to snakes are unavoidable, the Star generally compromises by identifying them as "moving objects." Last week Star editors were horrified when a syndicate comic strip, "Moon Mullins," revealed Uncle Willie's wife Mamie as a onetime snake charmer, showed her performing in a freak show with a huge serpent coiled around her neck. Hastily the resourceful Star substituted non-serpentine "Moon Mullins" strips from...
...feet long, is shaped like a huge dumbbell, looks like the grotesque plaything of an ogre. In effect the machine is simply an extremely versatile stereopticon. It shows the stars visible to the naked eye from anywhere on Earth, about 4,500 from any one spot; the sun, the moon and its phases, the planets, variable stars, comets, meteors, the Milky Way. It can rehearse a 24-hour maneuver of the celestial bodies in a few minutes, can show the night sky as it appeared in the remote past, as it will appear in the distant future...
...years ago Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings wrote a moving, nostalgic novel of the Florida scrub, South Moon Under, in which proud and good-natured backwoodsmen were pictured retreating more and more deeply into a wilderness that seemed as homey as a village street. Mrs. Rawlings' second novel deals with the same region, but pictures along with the natives a queer group, composed of an English remittance man, a doctor and his son, a female orange grower, evidently intended to typify unhealthy sophistication. As in South Moon Under, the drawling natives, with their profound knowledge of the secret ways...