Word: sea
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Wilson's choice of a Commanding General was a fine one. Wilson's war operations surpassed on both land and sea anything that the world had thus far seen, not excepting those of Germany itself. Wilson was a man of peace, hated war. He did almost too well. They had not beaten him with the preparedness issue; the country was not prepared when the Republicans had turned it over to him; so they tried to make his decisions for him. He, declining the honor, is accused of snubbing! An unkind joke...
...settled rather clumsily and with much ground assistance to her mooring mast. The populace had no chance to turn out again, nor government officials again to climb to the roof of Parliament, for she took her departure for Russia at midnight to escape rising winds. Over the Baltic Sea it was a cold, foggy night. Unprotected in the airship's gondola, unable even to sit down save on camp-stools or the keel, the staff made a bad night of it. About noon the fogs cleared, but radio communication with earth was lost. Dipping, the pilot dropped a note...
...years ago she sang in Paris, later in London, Rome, South America. For more than three years, impresarios have been trying to lure her to the U.S. Broken contracts, excuses about fear of the sea, homesickness, personal ties intruded, and not until E. Ray Goetz, husband of Irene Bordoni, persuaded her, would she set sail? she and her three maids, eight dogs and 42 trunks in an entourage reminiscent of Sarah Bernhardt, who once heard her sing in private and told her she would some day be "as great as I think...
Moved to deep smoldering wrath, she did not chastise the animal at the time, waited until her husband returned from a sea voyage last week, charged him to shoot the squirrel while she waited on the porch. Impetuous, Herr Bugg-Moe fired upon the squirrel without pondering his aim. The bullet missed, plowed through a window of the house, pierced one of Fru Bugg-Moe's wrists as she held her fingers to her ears...
Upon the teeming sea of U.S. magazine publishing there was launched last week a smoky vessel, ungainly but powerful, with daubs of red on her lunging bows and red marks here and there on her some-what disorderly running gear. She was the New Masses, a workers' monthly floated (TIME, Dec. 21) to replace the Masses and Liberator by the friends of those defunct organs, with money from the American Fund for Public Service (Charles Garland fund...