Word: seventh
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...hall-the orchestral season had begun. Mozart came first, an early overture long buried away in the library of the Paris Conservatoire, charming, tuneful, immature; "Pan," a rhapsody by U. S. composer William Schroeder, difficult, cleverly constructed, tedious; Dukas' "Sorcerer's Apprentice," brilliant, biting; Beethoven's "Seventh Symphony," great feat of the afternoon, magnificently played...
...Seventh Game. It was an electric Sunday afternoon. No one scored until the third inning, when a speck dropped into the leftfield bleachers and Ruth jogged around the bases pouting because he was all alone. Then Koenig fumbled, Meusel muffed, and the Cardinals scored thrice. In the sixth, New York squeaked in its second run and in the seventh filled the bases with two out. As swart Lazzeri dawdled to the plate, the Cardinals huddled around Pitcher Haines. In the stands an angry growl rose to pandemonium. Manager Hornsby came out of the huddle and shouted towards the distant "bull...
...crux of a vague plot, you must recognize in that moment the nice opposition of tensions and sympathies that make any situation either rococo or sublime. Here is a great champion. For six years he has held sway over the whole world, and if he succeeds for the seventh year he will equal the legend left behind by the greatest champion* before him. More than that, he knows that the confidence of his countrymen rests in his prowess, for he opposes a man from another nation. Now the fashion of fighting of these two champions differs like their races...
...Richard Sears, in 1887, won the tennis championship for the seventh consecutive time...
...Immortal Beauty." The many-crowned Professor has become young, eager, full of pretty and silly courtesies. The stool for her feet, the bunch of far-brought snow-drops Like the lover of Hans Andersen's princess he will not have Perella inconvenienced by the dried pea beneath the seventh mattress. And she adores him. May she not serve? "Socks, my dear?" he answers with puckery brow. "I've not worn darned socks for years-I buy the very cheapest and whenever I see a hole in the toe, I throw them into the wastepaper basket...