Word: sawing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...backfield there is still George Roberts and Torbert MacDonald to be considered. Roberts saw a wealth of action last year and is sure to want to see a lot more this year. MacDonald is expected to be another Barry Wood or Red Grange--if and when. If and when won't occur until the middle of this season at any rato, according to the most reliable reports current hereabouts...
...just about everyone except Japanese apologists, the reasons why Japan acted when and as she did this year in China are three, and they are pikestaff plain: 1) Japan saw the U. S. adopt a Neutrality Act well-meaning but sufficiently cockeyed for experts to agree that its legal meshes would hamper China greatly, Japan scarcely at all; 2) Japan saw the Soviet war machine suddenly weakened by Stalin's shooting of its ablest commanders; 3) the Spanish Civil War and Mediterranean mixup have so tangled Great Britain that Japan does not fear today Far East intervention...
...good-natured epitaph last week: "We liked Mr. Broun and his page, and we claimed for ourselves and our other regular contributors only the right we unquestionably gave to him-free expression of opinion. The irony of Mr. Broun's disapproval was that he and we saw eye to eye on the court proposal-as well as on most other major issues; we differed from him only in believing that it merited debate and that the opposition had a right to be heard. . . . We wish him well but we shall watch his future progress with some misgivings; we suspect...
...them!" Her first stop was at an adobe hut where a blanketed full-blooded Indian named Tony Luhan sat on a hassock beating a drum and singing. Tony was a large-featured, husky, hairless, sedate man with "nice eyelids" and beautifully plucked eyebrows. When he finally looked up, Mabel "saw his was the face that had blotted out [husband] Maurice's in my dream." Tony said he had seen her before too-also in a dream...
...much I saw lying there. Deomys, a lanky rat with hind legs like springs, came bounding past in pairs, their sleek orange fur glistening in the half-light, their white bellies immaculate as snow. Bundles of purplish fur bobbed up and down amongst the water weeds, every now and then appearing on open patches of mud and sand, balanced on their pale, stilt-like supports and long, naked tails. A marsh rat (Malacomys) has much to do as darkness falls, searching out likely feeding grounds, cleaning his dense woolly coat, preening his immense whiskers, and apparently fraternizing with his kind...