Word: raine
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...shell, bursting by accident at the intersection of Peking and Szechuan Roads killed one Chinese, tore a limb from each of four. Together one bomb and one shell killed a total of 80 Chinese and on the river splinters of shrapnel fell like rain on the decks of Japanese, U. S. and other warships. Star shells shrieked up as the night deepened, searchlights stabbed and crisscrossed the blackness, feeling for bombers, and a young U. S. officer who had been out risking his neck to see what the bloody clinches of War are like, came back with the news...
...like Charlie. In her well-appointed home all menus are typewritten. Eggs are boiled in electrical gadgets to insure correct timing, the gardener waters the lawn when the paper says the weather will be good, even if he has to do it in the pouring rain. Margit runs a gown-shop and the lives of everyone around her. She only makes a deal with Charlie Lodge to keep him from splitting, caddishly, Irene and Waldo. The deal is that if he stops fascinating Irene, Margit will pose for her portrait-for three weeks...
...driving rain failed to break the Dartmouth-bound stride of the Crimson Varsity yesterday afternoon. In fact there was some doubt in the minds of the spectators as they huddled together in a wet and unhappy group on the practice field whether or not the players realized that it was raining. Towards the end of the afternoon Dick Harlow asked for a sheepskin coat, but aside from that complete Harvard indifference to the elements was unbroken...
...drizzling rain Detroit went to the polls last week to roll up the heaviest primary vote in the city's history. The top two candidates, who will stand for election in November were conservative City Clerk Reading (137,000) and C. I. O.'s O'Brien (99,000). A. F. of L.'s Smith polled only 68,000 but Detroit did not overlook the fact that the two Labor candidates together pulled more votes than City Clerk Reading...
...little Caesars fidget on their thrones. The old wound opens its clotted mouth to ask for new wounds. Men will fight through; men have tough hearts . . . I see far fires and dim degradation Under the warplanes and neither Christ nor Lenin will save you. I see the March rain walk on the mountain, sombre and lovely on the green mountain. . . . I wish you could find the secure value, The allheal I found . . . The splendor of inhuman things...