Word: pilings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...minute later Neubert upped the tally to 2-0, by scooping a loose ball amidst a pile of players into the Indian net. Harvard's all-out attack succeeded again when Ted Leary cut in front of the net and tucked the ball into the far corner to make the score...
Brands & Salt. Around mid-October, after Sylvia had wet her bed, Mrs. B. ordered her to sleep thereafter in the basement on a pile of filthy rags, along with the family's two dogs. Later, according to Hobbs, Mrs. B. told Sylvia, "Now I'm going to brand you." A three-inch sewing needle was heated with matches and, Hobbs said, "Gertie started putting words on her, but she got sick and told me to finish it." Etched in two tiers of inch-high block letters across Sylvia's lower abdomen, the words said...
...apparently her only effort to get help. Using a coal shovel, she scraped on the basement floor for almost two hours. A woman next door was awakened and on the verge of calling police when the scraping stopped. That afternoon, as Sylvia lay moaning and mumbling incoherently on her pile of rags, Mrs. Baniszewski, Ricky, John B. Jr. and Paula sprinkled a box of soap powder on her, then added hot water. Afterward, John Jr. sprayed her with cold water from a garden hose...
...letters from Wuthering Heights to Yoknapatawpha County. Reason enough to exhume the hoary old horror and reissue its haunting license. But there are still better reasons. In the game of suspense, Mistress Radcliffe can tease with the best of them, and in the art of natural description she can pile a crag or plummet a chasm with any man short of Scott himself. True, the dear lady is one of the ickiest prigs who ever put quill to scented paper. Yet if in 1794 her virginal vaporings came on as symptoms of high sensibility, in 1966 they come...
...anniversary of the Easter Rebellion, someone grandly pulled down (or, more literally, blew up) the top half of Lord Nelson's 134-ft. monument in the heart of Dublin. As W. B. Yeats predicted in his poem Easter, 1916, "All changed, changed utterly." Lord Nelson lay in a pile of rubble on O'Connell Street. Said the Dublin police, scarcely concealing their admiration: "An absolutely expert...