Word: paled
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...property. So a great gallows was erected within the gaunt metal hangar of the U. S. Coast Guard station near Fort Lauderdale. Thither was escorted Alderman, full of repentance and new-found "religion." Greatest secrecy surrounded the execution. Newsmen were barred under threats of contempt of court. Guardsmen, pale in the pale dawn light, ringed the hangar as Alderman mounted the scaffold. A singing sea breeze through the shed swayed his body at the end of a rope as justice was done for all good U. S. people...
...Pale, flabby-fleshed, glisteningly bald Dr. Gustav Stresemann played at the Hague Conference last week an astute, unobtrusive dickering game for Germany. The quarrel over whether Great Britain should get a larger share of the Reparations "sponge cake" (TIME, Aug. 19) was the German Foreign Minister's big chance. In the bitter fiscal struggle of France and her Latin allies to resist the demands of British Chancellor of the Exchequer Philip Snowden it came logically about, last week, that both antagonists found themselves willing to offer political concessions to the Reich for maintaining a benevolent neutrality...
...Almost nonchalantly it heaved its proud silver beauty to the first pale rays of the pastel dawn, sunning the gleaming breast with almost birdlike coquetry...
When in the middle of the week Candidate Reid and his 48 competitors entered the Edison plant for their official reception, they found speakers' platforms, microphones, chairs, benches. Pale, a little nervous, the boys sat down. Spectators commented on the normalcy and healthfulness of their appearance, were amused as they recognized the drawl of the south, the slur of the west. Ranging in age from 15 to 21, the boys had come from all classes, from farms, towns, cities. There was the son of the Czecho-Slovakian consul at Pittsburgh, the son of a bishop, a boy brought...
ROPER'S Row-Warwick Deeping- Knopf ($2.50). "Dark and pale," Chris Hazzard was a "little fellow, narrow shouldered, fragile, and lame"-with a big head and "defiant" hair and "a something in his eyes." Ruth Avery, living next-room in London's poverty-stricken Roper's Row, was "a dusky thing, far darker than he was-slim and sensitive . . . not smiling her face had a mute, apprehensive sadness." Yet to Ruth, as to all persons, Hazzard felt unfriendly, not only because he thought his lameness set him apart, but because all social feelings were at a very...