Word: ranging
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Meanwhile M. Flandin had bustled to Paris for the weekend. The Chamber of Deputies was about to adjourn for French general elections on April 26 and May 3. Stuffy Premier Albert Sarraut looked to his Foreign Minister to make a speech Frenchmen would like to hear. Applause rang out when M. Flandin told the Chamber that Italy was supporting France with the "frankest friendship" in London...
...second U. S. fight three months ago McAvoy distinguished himself by knocking out Middleweight Champion Babe Risko in the first round. Eager to duplicate that achievement, he pounced out of his corner last week when the bell rang for the first round, planted two solid lefts on Lewis' face. Stung but not stunned, Lewis retaliated with a hard right. In the rounds that followed, McAvoy continued to charge his bigger, heavier adversary. Lewis settled down to the strategy of a skillful animal trainer subduing the ferocity of an angry lion cub by poking it in the face with...
President Conant is not blindly optimistic about Harvard's future. The uncertainty of modern conditions, both economic and political, out all long-range planning on the knees of the gods and the populace. To President Conant, as to all educators, the teachers' oath bill rang out like a fire-bell in the night. Still, as he said, Harvard's three-hundredth anniversary is the ideal time to show the contributions of such an institution to the public welfare...
Olympic torch popped up. On the other side of the run, the Olympic flag, which consists of a white background decorated with five interlocking circles to represent the Continents, floated into the air. The Olympic bell rang. All the church bells of Garmisch tinkled in response. A cannon, lugged into the arena by oxen, boomed. The bands played the Olympic hymn. The crowd cheered, clapped, yelped "Heils" that echoed down from the mountains. When the uproar began to die down, German Skier Willi Bogner scrambled up the steps of a rostrum decked with fir boughs, raised his right...
...cheek and go up higher, Author Stong remains at the top of his heap, lustily cock-a-doodling. At 36 he is president of the Authors Club. His latest novel. Career, pleased his friends, fooled nobody. A specious, shrewdly contrived melodrama of Iowa small-town life, Career rang all the approved changes on the old tune of the unconsidered village wise man, the turkey-gobbler-villain banker, the solid youth who will go far, and the girl with bad blood who has come far enough. It was in orchestrating this hackneyed melody that Tinpanner Stong showed his real ability...