Word: sad
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Spain gathered from all states. A flock of automobiles was waiting to carry them down the streets, but the old soldiers laughed. "To hell with those things," they remarked; then they put on blue or light brown uniforms and marched afoot along Woodward Ave. Brass bands played the quick sad songs they had marched to almost 30 years ago-"After the Ball," "Just as the Sun Went Down," "Goodbye Dolly Gray." On the sidewalks girls cheered and threw flowers just as other girls had once thrown flowers to soldiers who, instead of waving, had spit tobacco juice on the pavement...
Thousands of old women stumble along roads and streets, talking to themselves, gesturing vaguely with sad, skinny hands. People who see them wonder what tiny, bright pictures of the past are in their minds, what futile furious memories make their hungry hands so restless. Last week, near Toms River, N. J., someone found Cora Carpenter, a tired crone, wandering in a forest, talking to herself in a low, serious voice...
...proceedings in his characters, distort ed by their depth into shapes of beauty or ugliness, magnified or diminished with varying degrees of intelligibility. Thus, through William Demarest's mind there float childhood memories, fragments of verse, scraps of conversation, encounters real and imaginary, idle and erotic, gay and sad; strings of words, chains of sentences, nets of associated ideas as tangled yet meaningful as the twisted ganglia of the human brain and body. Because Poet Aiken has a vivid sense of words, a mocking humor and much delicacy, these undercurrents are pleasantly fantastic, without the visceral insistence of Poet...
...into the train popped little Tsar Boris and a young woman sometimes called "the uncrowned Queen of Bulgaria." She is meek, sad-eyed, industrious, pious, charitable and much beloved. Each morning this admirable young woman, Princess Eudoxia, 29, assists her brother, the 33-year-old Tsar, with his correspondence, finds out what he desires to eat that day, sets the palace wenches bustling, and counts herself lucky if there remains time for a little tennis or a canter on horseback between the hours of household duty and official functions...
When Constance Georgine, Countess of Markievicz, died in Dublin last week, there were some few persons who experienced relief but many who were sad...