Word: rains
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...mists and mountain peaks. He found a rift and streaked out over the Caribbean. For 100 miles seeing no land the flyer contemplated the two tinges of blue sky and bluer sea. Once he dipped to scoot cheerily close to the steamer Amsterdam. Once he scuttled through a sudden rain squall. Land notched the horizon far ahead. From there he flew over nearly nine hundred miles of "Islands in the Lesser Antilles. At St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands he got down. Speeches. When he left the following day a family of Morons, island aristocrats, petitioned the government to change...
...alas! Imperial Heaven ... observe these things! ... I, the Minister of Heaven . . . am scorched with grief. . . . I am inexpressibly grieved, alarmed and frightened. . . . Knocking my head upon the Earth, I pray Imperial Heaven to hasten and confer gracious deliverance, a speedy and divinely beneficial rain...
...rolling wickedly, he purposed to charge down a street thronging with pre-dinner-time crowds. Stalked fear, reigned panic. Suddenly from the doorway of an office building emerged the great matador* Fortuna. 'He had been upstairs signing a contract. He carried no bull baiting gear, wore an inconspicuous rain coat. Even . thus he was instantly recognized. Screamed women: "Save us Fortuna!" Throated men: "Kill the bull:" Serene, the great Fortuna moved with unhurried, catlike swiftness to satisfy the unreasonable demands of his public. Stripping off his rain coat he stepped before the bull, swirling the garment through classic florcos...
SOUTHERN CHARM-Isa Glenn -Knopf ($2.50). There are few more ludicrous members of the U. S. population than the garrulous women who stray from rustic homes below the Mason & Dixon Line into the complicated excitements of Northern metropolitanism, there to stand, like cats in the rain, meowing about their cousins, Southern courtesy, and Robert E. Lee. These women are a small class; but they are a class which may be stamped upon vigorously, with the hobnailed heel of satire...
...whose stupidity Margarete disdained, whose beauty made her furious. The bitter, hideous little woman had Chretien killed; and when the Count of Tyrol invited Agnes to her castle, ugly Margarete shut the gates and let him ride off with his hunting companions on tired horses, through a night of rain...