Word: sageness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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FIRST DAY. As dawn streaked across the amber and gold foliage on a heroic fall day, Fred was already prowling the beach, studying the heart-shaped tracks. "They're here," he whispered. A rangy, rawboned man with the weathered look of a backwoods sage, he was wearing his favorite old camouflage jacket and a battered gray fedora. As he explored the island, half a dozen deer bolted from distant thickets, their upturned tails waving like white flags. Later, sipping black coffee out of a tin can, he smiled: "Looks like this is going to be too easy...
...Captain Crunch. My success, that is, I was helpless without him since all summer in Mt. Kisco he was by my side, but once I got up here, he was nowhere to be found. By a stroke of good fortune, I found him waiting for me in Sage's the other day. Now with his guidance, there is no doubt in my mind that I can predict with an accuracy of 94 per cent or better...
...intent is to praise Davis for having given the game of tennis its proudest trophy in 1900. "It was as if some sage mechanic, looking over a creaking and unbalanced machine, discovered what was missing to make it run and added the one tiny cog which caused the contraption to function in a way undreamed of by its maker...
...before Christmas-perhaps because of the familiar pressures that also accompany that season. Or it might not apply to ordinary people whose birthdays are not celebrated with the fuss that surrounds a man of fame. Still, the statistics that Phillips has gathered are convincing enough to impress the Russell Sage Foundation, which is oriented toward the social sciences; it has just given him an eleven-month grant for additional explorations of the vital buoyancy of optimism. Eventually he hopes to establish that anticipating significant events can help people to live longer, a finding that could lead to important changes...
...solitary one. I haven't seen or heard a meadowlark in this neighborhood. East of here, across the divide, the bird population has always been ten times-at least visibly-what it is on this side. On May 18th, I drove over there. Not a single horned lark, sage, field or song sparrow, nor a solitary pippet. Driving on above Alder, I stopped at the mouth of Water Gulch, got out and walked up to it a few rods where I knew that if all was normal I would find hundreds of these birds. I raised not a solitary...