Word: rans
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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However, a party of explorers from the American Museum of Natural History, who were back in Manhattan last week pallid from malaria, recently reached the top by following a ledge* that ran thinly up Mt. Roraima from the Brazilian side. Atop Mt. Roraima they found themselves on a remarkably flat tableland, 12 miles square, something like the flat land of Arizona through which the Grand Canyon of the Colorado River cuts...
Revelations of a Wife began in 1915. For a short time it ran in newspapers four days a week; then readers clamored for a six-day diet. Without interruption it continued, through war and normalcy, to tell of the problems of Dicky Graham, temperamental artist, and his wife, Madge-800 words a day for 13 years. Today it has a million readers in 200 newspapers (including the Chicago Evening Post, Indianapolis Star, Minneapolis Star, Buffalo Times, Erie, Pa., Times). Syndicated by the Newspaper Feature Service, Inc., of Manhattan, it has also been translated into Spanish for El Mundo of Havana...
...most exciting and excitable figure that ever trod the soil of North America. Frémont was, characteristically enough, born unconventionally in 1813. His mother was the wife of gouty Major John Pryor, but his father was a dashing French emigré (Charles Frémon) who ran off with his mother. Reared in the best Charleston, S. C., society, Frémont was a quick Latin and Greek scholar. People thought he might make a teacher or a preacher, until Joel R. Poinsett (manifest destiny man, Secretary of War, giver of the poinsettia to botany...
...tableau ended the ceremony when Captain French and Coach Horween clasped hands just out of reach of the flames. Lest any of the spectators should not see the allegory, the fourth assistant manager ran forward and set up at their feet a sign reading "SPRING FOOTBALL...
...closely followed by Captain A. E. French '29, swathed in delicate nile green with an under robe of pink. Captain French, swinging his arms like the wings of a bird, ran lightly forward on his toes. As he circled the altar he chanted "Spring, Spring, Spring. I am the Spirit of Spring." The line candidates as a chorus then marched in under the direction of their vigilant tutors and a brief dance by a pony chorus of the kicking squad followed...