Word: sand
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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When, at 291, he graduated from college, the Carnegie Steel Plant at Pittsburgh offered him a job. Officials of the plant felt that he would be a useful addition to the company football team, one of the paid sand-lot elevens that were then flourishing. Mr. Edwards, sensing that he had not been called on for his knowledge of the steel business, refused. He coached for two years at Princeton and Annapolis, and used a whistle at many famous football games; a friend suggested a political career and Mr. Edwards, acceding, secured a job in the New York City Department...
...indirectly (through a contractor), got a chance to be mentioned in the Bulletin. He was working 30 ft. underground on our new Eighth Avenue subway (the excavations for which unfortunately blocked fire engines from a blazing tenement last week) when he sank deeper and deeper into a huge sand bin. Walter Strong saw Mr. Clark's head disappear under the sand. With great presence of mind, Mr. Strong shoved a pipe down to Mr. Clark, who was thus enabled to breathe until dug out an hour and a quarter later...
Mongolia's climate changed. Dry winds shriveled the vegetation; drifting sand built hills on old lakebeds. What had once been a green animal paradise became a desert called Gobi, sparsely inhabited by a sturdy but backward breed of humans, together with herds of wild asses, antelopes, domesticated sheep and draft camels. The centuries passed...
...sizable undertaking it has been. Other scientists pooh-poohed the notion of fossils lying in one of the globe's most desolate wildernesses. Travelers said that no fleet of Dodge, or any other, cars could go where even camels limp. China teemed with soldiers and brigands. Drought and sand storms were growing yearly worse. . . . But the Dodges pulled again. Urga was reached and passed again and again. Heady preparations, an invaluable caravan chief and keen diplomacy made life not merely possible but enjoyable. Good humor, good sportsmanship and firm purpose seem to have been the prime characteristics...
...were living on the Lord's love when they found us." There indeed was material for one more of the half-hymn-half-folksongs that Kentucky mountaineers sing in their cabins to the soft thrumming of guitars.* They sing the death of Floyd Collins, who perished in Sand Cave at Cave City, Ky., in February 1925-a haunting, primitive, narrative dirge that begins: Oh, come, all you young people, And listen while I tell Of the fate of Floyd Collins, A lad we all knew well. . . . They sing William Jennings Bryan's Last Fight, The Convict...