Word: rains
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Fifty thousand people sat in New York City's Yankee Stadium, where 50,000 people have sat before and will sit again. The sky was blue, the crowd was happy. It was a Sunday ball game. Suddenly, without warning, clouds appeared, thunder clapped, rain poured down. Straw hats, spring clothes were in danger. The bleacherites arose en masse and rushed for the wire-lined exits. The exits were small, the rushers many. In the right-field bleacher section, called "Ruthville" because George Herman ("Babe") Ruth knocks most of his homeruns there, a young girl and an old man were...
...rained till the Churchill Downs track looked like a brown and olive swamp. The favorite flower of the East was Blue Larkspur, but Man O' War's gelded son Clyde Van Dusen won the race. The other Clyde Van Dusen, his trainer, nearly wept when he saw him come in. His owner, Broom Manufacturer Herbert P. Gardner, did not watch him because he was afraid of the excitement. His jockey, Linus ("Pony") McAtee, who won the 1927 Derby on Whiskery, said "I knew it from the start." More than 60,000 people watched the race, All of them...
Newsgatherers who lurked in the steady rain about the guard-encircled grounds of the white-shingled house were not much more fortunate. They caught but fleeting glimpses of Anne Morrow and her pilot as they jounced hastily by in a yellow beach wagon, pleasure bound...
...Kenwyns had three children, two "normal" pleasant members of society, Alan and Joan; one ethereal sprite, Lynneth, lover of winds, rains, fierce lightning, awful thunder. Alan despised her for the hysteria she indulged whenever her family kept her indoors from a thunder storm. Joan hated her, too, partly from jealousy, partly from nerves. But Claire, the girl Alan loved, adored Lynneth, credited her with an "elemental tenderness." And Douglas, the man engaged to marry Joan, reverenced Lynneth, white daughter of the moon. "Looking at Lynneth with her remote and crystal innocence was like seeing one of his moments take form...
Democratic politicians of Boston stood in the rain before the portals of the aristocratic Union Club on Beacon Hill, one night last week, asking a liveried flunkey if it were really true that Alfred Emanuel Smith was a guest at a private dinner being given by 40 Brown Derby members of the Harvard faculty and corporation...