Word: raine
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...records for hauling passengers on Berlin trams, busses, subways and elevated lines were broken with a figure of 5,100,000 on the day Il Duce and Der Fuhrer keynoted in a heavy rain. This soddened everything but the Nordic cheers of their vast open-air audience nearly 1,000,000 of whom were Germans who had got up at 7 a.m. to march and drill all day in their Nazi organizations before they took their stand to hear the speeches at 7 p.m. As a furious cloudburst came down Mussolini made a quick remark to Hitler who gestured...
Mingalone drifted away so rapidly that his ground crew had no time to use a rifle brought along to puncture the balloons in an emergency. With Mingalone disappearing in a rain cloud at 2,500 ft., frantic Cameraman Coolidge and Father Mullen piled into their auto, dashed toward Saco where Mingalone seemed to be heading. Two miles from the take-off their hopes rose as they sighted Balloonist Mingalone scudding along 600 ft. above. Rain had soaked his clothes, brought the balloons down-to 600 ft. Rifleman Mullen jumped from the car, chanced a shot at the balloons...
...stockmarket steadied last week, then rebounded feebly. By now it was crystal clear that whatever gave the market the first push downhill it would not have slid so far on a false alarm. But the market's barometric value is limited. It seldom indicates how much it will rain, or how long...
...After rain had postponed the match three days, Old Westbury and Greentree rode out onto Meadow Brook's International Field with 6-goal Jock and 4-goal Sonny both playing Back. In the first two chukkers, Sonny succeeded remarkably well in holding back Greentree's Tommy Hitchcock, Pete Bostwick and Gerald Balding. Cousin Jock was less successful. In the third chukker Sonny suddenly cut in, took the ball away from Hitchcock, swung his mallet. Smack! The ball scooted between the goal posts for the only Whitney-made score of the match. By the end of the seventh chukker...
...Ignacio the high-born stretched on the stone . . . Now he is finished. The rain enters his mouth. Like mad, his breath rushes from his staved-in chest, and Love, drenched in tears of snow, thaws upon the peaks of the cattle-lands. What do they say? Here lies a stinking silence...