Word: sea
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Belgian peasants fearing what was going to happen, scuttled inland. Finally the Zeebrugge dykes yielded to the sea's inexorable blows. Ninety feet of stone wall crumbled and the sea shot inland. Similarly fell part of the dykes at Nieuport. The water covered fifty square miles of farming land. Hundreds of cattle were drowned...
...Switzerland, last week, there was a sudden muffled roar in the Arbedo Valley. The tip of Monte Arbino, 9,000 feet above the level of the sea, was seen to quiver. One rock, then another, bounced and skidded down the mountain's side. Finally the whole peak slid clumsily into the surrounding valley. A huge cloud of dust spouted upward, for several days hung heavily over the scene of the avalanche...
...Hearst correspondent, who will be the first woman ever to have made such a crossing. During the trial flight she wrote: "It is a strange sensation, sleeping in cabins attached to gas bags swinging 7,000 feet in the air between the full moon and the glassy North Sea. . . . We have a million cubic feet of gas but no heat. . . . Merciless cold driving through the canvas walls of this flying tent. ... I have visualized myself gracefully draped over a saloon window ledge romantically viewing the moonlit sky. The men . . . have reminded each other not to forget evening jackets and boiled...
None knows better than Publisher Hearst the power of the pictured word. He also employs Cartoonist James ("Jimmie") Swinnerton, who pictures Tammany as a little tiger-yegg with a slouch cap; Cartoonist Frederick Burr Opper, of "Happy Hooligan" fame, who pictures Tammany as an old-man-of-the-sea on the donkey's back; Cartoonist Windsor McCay, nightmare man, creator of "Little Nemo," who illustrates the Hearst Sunday supplements with shuddersome, anti-Tammany compositions...
...rich man and surrounds herself with the luxuries she pretends to despise. Too soon, she learns that her husband thinks more of his golf and his naps than of the blue, blue sky. "What peace it would be," she writes in her journal, "to let my body enter the sea, and sink, down, down, past goggling fish with drifting films of tails, past ribbons of ruffled seaweed, purple and brown," but she would be brave, she would...