Word: roses
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Houses collapsed and the litter they made was hurled over the land for miles. Heavy rains beat down. Rivers and streams rose seething, overflowing their banks and rushing through the already flattened rice fields. Whipped into angry eddies by the driving storm, the flood carried whole houses with...
...hallowed footsteps, the discerning must remember that such is not only a local condition. Other cities, Detroit for one, which are larger than Boston receive worse treatment from the nimble hands of the booking agent. And one worthy, if sporadic, stock company, a Repertory Company-- which is only a rose by any other name--and some in different permanent groups are always lurking in the background...
Major Atkinson's wand worked one through for Britain; and again Hitchcock swept in to score. As the fourth period opened, this same Hitchcock drew back his wand with headstrong determination and struck the willow ball. It rose like a golf ball for a midiron over the heads of the players, bounced, bounded through the posts over 100 yards away. Webb scored, Hitchcock scored, Milburn (against whose play at back the British at tack had foamed and fallen like a wave) scored twice; Hitchcock scored, Webb scored twice; Roark scored a second goal for Britain. Webb scored; Pert scored...
...crowds, voices rough with cheering, rose from the robin's egg blue stands, and settled them selves in $40,000,000 worth of au- tomobiles. F. Ambrose Clark's tal ly-ho wound its horn and dashed away. Out over the magic carpet swarmed 51 brown men, armed with stomps. They mended the magic carpet, smoothing the hoof cuts of the ponies. Next week the magic carpet would be smooth and green again and the thousands gather for the series' second game...
...Flyers Clarence Schiller and Phil Wood took from the ship a wreath marked "Nungesser-Coli" which they had hoped to drop as a memorial into the vast grey sea. ¶For nearly a mile a huge Farman Bluebird snorted and rolled, gathering speed at Le Bourget Field, Paris. It rose, surprising some, for it weighed twelve tons. It was the largest ship yet to attempt the transatlantic flight. It rose slowly. Vainly Leon Givon and Pierre Corbu, French flyers, tried to put it above 1,000 feet. Pointing westward, they found a blinding mist. After a three-hour struggle, they...