Word: pasted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...results of nine seasons can be taken as any indication, Haines is bound to turn out a strong varsity 150-pound crew this spring. The genial Englishman has consistently built championship lightweight crews, and has lost but one race--to Princeton last year--in the past three seasons...
...whom they have dedicated their lives. In 1900, hundreds of Protestant and Roman Catholic missionaries were killed by the fanatically nationalist Boxers of China; as a result the influence of Christianity became more pervasive than it had ever been in the land of Confucius. Throughout the Orient in the past ten years, death has come to many missionaries as it came last week to Missionary Underwood...
...people ("a milling, surging, disorderly crowd," sniffed the surprised Boston Herald) broke through police lines to rubberneck at the world's newest and biggest (71¼ tons), fanciest and fastest (up to 375 m.p.h.) commercial airliner. When it paused at Hartford, 30,000 gawking sightseers eddied past its figure8 fuselage. At Chicago, crowds jostled for peeks at its spiral staircase and its underbelly cocktail lounge with fuchsia-colored seats. Then it headed for San Francisco, soon dropped down on the International Air Terminal...
...first half of the novel, Mother Danforth's mind wanders wayward through the past, remembering all that a reader must know to understand what is to come, but also remembering such things as a day when she was a little girl, lying in the grass: "The heat waved over tier hands and face and the air rippled all around her in little rings and circulations of summer tunes. She put out a finger to deflect an emerald beetle climbing a blade of grass and watched it spread its pretty double wings and fly away; there was a long procession...
Murder Around the Tree. Most of the second half is a good deal less feminine and less successful. When Writer Bolton switches from memory to action, and from past to present, her pen seems to catch a bit of fuzz, her prose blurs a little, and the feelings of the son, his ex-wife and her new husband fog up. And her last-minute attempt to knit the son's tragedy to the world situation is a piece of synthetic, Freudian chop-logic as far-fetched as saying that a tug on an umbilical cord will ultimately release...