Word: pavements
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Park Square the early June drizzle has become a light rain and the steady pattering of the drops distorts the reflected lights on the asphalt pavement. It is show time; people scurry and jabber of Clark Gable, Myrna Loy, and perfectly marvelous seats for "Candida...
...empty the paths winding under the dripping trees and haloed lamps. Misty forms stroll arm in arm along the banks of the swan pond. Like an oasis shunned, the Common lies abashed under the roof of pale clouds. Autos beat a noisy circle about the park, tires licking the pavement. Ahead tower the fortresses of Beacon Hill, cold and Puritanical...
...clubs; and old ladies to sit eyeless, leather cheeked, joyless among the tassels and antimacassars of their bedrooms and kitchens. Triumphing in its wantonness it emptied the streets; swept flesh before it; and coming smack into a dust cart standing outside the Army and Navy Stores, scattered along the pavement a litter of old envelopes; twists of hair; papers already blood smeared, yellow smeared, smudged with print and sent them scudding to plaster legs, lamp posts, pillar boxes, and fold themselves frantically against area railings." It takes more than graceful, ingenious or suggestively beautiful writing to earn an author...
Then on the broad pavement of Cadillac Square, hedged round with modern office buildings and old fashioned three-and-four-story shops, a human mass began to accumulate. It grew slowly at first, but soon swelled bigger than the normal rush hour crowd, bigger than an election crowd, big as a world series crowd. When it was full-grown, newshawks, fond of round numbers, called it 100,000. It was 60,000 at the least. There were some women, a few children, but for the most part only men, able-bodied men in their working years-more than one might...
...know what this car is for-to shoot down Fascist snipers. . . . For half an hour we went on in this way, shouting or firing at lighted windows, racing through suspect streets. No one fired on us, thank God! Then they drove us home, running the car right onto the pavement a yard from the hotel door...