Word: rung
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...other great men to affirm or deny that they can touch their toes. Cagy politicians refused to answer, but Mr. George Bernard Shaw bid for a mile of notoriety by replying to a telephone question thus: Can I touch my toes? Is that what you've rung up to ask me? Well, God forgive...
...point of vanquishing her when he discovers she is his own mother. The climax is heavily emotional. Since first seen 18 years ago, it has never failed to draw tears. With this play, Miss Frederick came before her English audience. When the curtain was rung down, women were seen weeping-almost hysterically. Pauline Frederick has a low, beautiful voice, dark, tragic eyes, a well-proportioned figure, slightly more matronly than it was a few years ago when she was a symbol of beauty. In cinema she has recently been cast as the suffering mother. The English critics thought...
...American, even in college teaching, there must be progress toward position, prestige, or life becomes futile Unlike the Englishman who sees his lifework in being a tutor, these young hopefuls see in a tutorship merely apprentice work, the first step in the social ladder whose top rung is a full professorship. The third difficulty with these tutors is that they are, and again for the most part, men who have not finished their own university training and who, therefore, cannot attack the problem of becoming fit tutors because of the pressure of their own work. "Finishing their own university training...
Many a, Mexican, standing before the National Palace, pot-valiant and patriotic, throated a lusty cheer. The bell, originally rung in 1810 by the priest Miguel Hidalgo at Dolores to summon Indians to the subsequently successful revolt against Spain, teetered without squeaking upon its ponderous and newly oiled axis, clanged sonorously...
Often has the clear tenor voice of E. Vaughn Ray, Maskat Temple Shriner, member of the first Baptist Church, rung out at funerals in Wichita Falls, Tex. Last week, once more, he sang, "Oh Lord, Is It I?" But this time his voice emerged from a record played on a phonograph in one of the Sunday school rooms. "Whose funeral is it?" whispered a late comer to an usher. "Vaughn Ray's," replied the other. "Don't he sing pretty? There's the body up the aisle, under the flowers...