Word: mooning
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...these talks will begin at 7.45 o'clock. The first one, which comes on October 10, will be given by Dr. W. J. Fisher, who will speak on "The Full Moon and the Eclipsed Moon". On October 13, Dr. C. H. Payne will lecture on the subject of "Winter Constellations...
...evening turned up the silver sliver of a new moon in the sky the German baker, Ernst Vierkoetter, kneaded his way, machinelike, down the last mile. He stumbled up the breakwater steps happy. He had won $30,000. The crowd sang "Deutschland Uber Alles." Four hours later another foreign baker, George Michel of France, propelled his thick bulk along the same last mile. A hand flashlight played on the tricolor of France, fluttering from his pilot boat. As he hit the stone steps he went limp, his head down as though praying or crying. Then he grinned and was hauled...
Overhead bright stars peered through the inky blackness striving hopelessly with their concentrated brilliance to make up for a lost moon. A few lazy clouds squatted like Stygian hills on an undefinable horizon, exaggerating the awful nigrescence of a dead night. Not a breath of wind stirred the air, and underneath the green sea lapped wickedly as it broke into little crests of foam. Suddenly the atmosphere vibrated to the staccato dots and dashes of radio-Admiral Kwanji Kato was ordering a night destroyer attack in the Japanese naval maneuvers in the Sea of Japan, 20 miles northeast of Mihoseki...
...scissors. Mr. Berardi ground them for her on his scissors-grinder as expertly as he could. Mrs. Levine eyed the result, her lips in a purse of doubt. Suddenly she seized Mr. Berardi by his baggy trousers. Snip! Before you could say "Spaghetti" she had sliced a gaping moon out of one trouser, right at the knee. Ventilated, humilitated Mr. Berardi rushed to court...
...Significance of this book may be considerable. It is the third novel by an author of whom it has been fairly said that he "can write rings round half a dozen of our ten best novelists." His first book, God Head, had tremendous physical force. His second, Listen Moon!, was young-animal, lyrical, pensive. Now he has opened a squamous dungeon of the mind and explored it with the erudite perversity of a cheerier, juicier Poe. Like all horror stories it is belittled by its own theatricality yet it remains an amazingly worded orgy of the more unspeakable human propensities...