Word: moonlighting
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...make uglier noises. A sprig of bat-thorn, as seasoned cinemaddicts are well aware, will keep a vampire outdoors. For werewolves, bat-thorn is as innocuous as the parsley on a mashed potato and the only flower that has any effect at all is the "mariphasa," which blooms by moonlight in a valley in Tibet. Taken in small doses, the juice of the mariphasa will arrest lycanthropy temporarily. The Werewolf of London is a nasty little fantasy showing what happens when two werewolves begin squabbling between themselves in order to gain possession of the only mariphasa plant in London...
...twelve hours the ocean was not sighted once beneath the moonlight-flooded clouds. At dawn the Clipper broke through the grey mists overhanging Oahu Island, sped onward in the bright sunlight of a Hawaiian morning, to make a 150-mi. survey of landing areas. Then, within one minute of its schedule, it landed smoothly in Pearl Harbor, having clipped seven hours from the previous record made by six Navy planes in mass flight in January 1934. Nearly eight years before, two Army flyers (Maitland & Hegenberger) had made the first crossing in a landplane in 25 hr. 50 min. The Clipper...
Mounted Policeman Olaf Wieghorst showed a picture of his favorite horse, and Poet e. e. cummings exhibited a blue moonlight scene. The Rev. J. Cole Mc-Kim, missionary and jujitsu expert, offered a startling canvas called Surprise Harakiri. It showed an impetuous Japanese gentleman suddenly ripping his stomach open with a dagger before the eyes of his assembled guests...
...down in the walled-in garden of the nunnery. The wan night air, fragrant with the scent of flowers, caressed him. Old repressions and half-forgotten dusty dont's quickened his pleasure in the escapade. If one could only catch this fragile essence and then only paint the moonlight. If one could breath into it the glamour of expectant love...
...amazing prodigy appeared in a white dress with tucked sleeves and red velvet bows on both her shoulders.* She made her jerky little bow, hopped up on the piano stool, stretched for the pedals and sturdily began Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Her tone was clear and singing, her energy heroic as she swept into the Presto Agitato. To Mozart's A Major Sonata she brought little grace. But for most of the afternoon young Ruth was in might-&-main mood, sweeping the keyboard with glittering arpeggios, pounding out tremendous chords. Knowing that she usually likes to keep...