Word: sadly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Open and Best of Breed ribbons at last month's Westminster Kennel Club show. His wife, Marjorie, is the daughter of Arthur Henry Fleming, whose generous contributions helped to bring California Institute of Technology into being. In announcing his plan, Director Lloyd-Smith made public the sad fact that New York City's $38,250,000 relief fund, collected from State, city and private sources, was caring for only about one-half the estimated 230,570 jobless heads of families. Of the remainder about 20,000 have been investigated, found urgently in need of help. To this list...
...fallen king can still fall, Don Alfonso XIII slipped definitely lower last week. One of the richest men and the most powerful monarchist in Spain, sad, grizzled old Count de Romanones, not only broke with his oldtime King but called him in effect a fool for flooding Spain with smuggled copies of a secret manifesto...
...furied band of Maenads follows beloved Liber's route, for only a solemn group of graybeards meets to celebrate the triumphal offerings of the vine. They gather, whiff the sacred fragrance, and sip, nor do they ever drink to the joys of youth and songs of pleasure. They are sad, as wine has made them sad; the fields of Bacchus have been sullied by the mundane and unworthy impious of the temple of Mercury. The cratera is empty, while cases of gin replace the dusty amphora...
...shoot, or even shout. "He only said that he was bound by law to sleep with her, but why the other man was doing it he really could not understand." Then there is Yirgil Cristea, a baker whose reputation as a solid, sober citizen makes him a little sad. To divert his melancholy Author Baerlein persuades him to don a horsetail for a beard, pretend he is a gnome. But as gnomes are known to milk other people's cows, the two of them must milk cows too. Unfortunately the cows in this part of the country are buffaloes...
There was something sad and sentimental about all these names. They left behind a tale all their own, a tale half finished and inarticulate. Vaguely, the Vagabond thought of Gray in his church yard erecting for himself false gods. How many of these craftsmen had gone out to live unwept, unhonored, and unsung. How many had left only crude initials to tell the world that they had lived. How many, when looking back through the years, must feel that the only lance that they had broken in the tournament of life was a penknife on a Holworthy dado. But there...