Word: shadowing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...than Stevenson's story came back from early schooldays with all its creeping horrors. It was indeed a tale to harrow up the soul, freeze the young blood; and one day a very young reviewer squirmed in his theatre seat as John Barrymore darkened the screen with the long shadow of Hyde. Not even a break in the film and an "End of Reel Three" sign could dull the terror of that figure as with the ffickering stealth of primitive films he bared his fangs and prowled the streets of Soho. Such memories as these Mr. March had to contend...
Long before Richelieu wound his armies through the Valtelline or Champaigne thrashed his first brush across a canvass an equally famous man cast his shadow on the history of England. Becket was a soldier who became the greatest archbishop of his time and faced the boldest king that England knew. And for all this he died, slain in his own Cathedral. But one doesn't really know Becket until he has left his histories and turned to another of the arts. A poet has left behind a picture of him as clear and brilliant as the painter's Richelieu. Tennyson...
...once again in the Vatican, but despotism had had its day and the foundations of the old order rocked beneath the blare of its victorious trumpets. A new Napoleon had risen from the bloody barricades of the "June Days" in Paris, and Empire was soon to triumph in the shadow of the Republic...
...make available a fine library of poetry to all who wish to come and browse, it should not deliberately close its doors at a time when it would be most used. The denizen of the house plan must traverse many dreary leagues before reaching the security of Widener's shadow. It is only during the morning, when he is of necessity drawn to the Yard because of classes, that he would avail himself of the opportunities offered by the Poetry Room. If a half-hour with the poets prefaced by a fifteen minute much of the glamour is lost...
...swung in to the curb in front of a schoolhouse. Out stepped Mr. Inouye. Out from the shadow of a doorway stepped a thin little fellow in a tattered kimono and dirty black felt hat to send- Blam! Blam! Blam!-three bullets into the left breast of Junnosuke Inouye. The fellow in the tattered kimono was quickly arrested. His name was Sei Konuma, 22, and he came from the country. With sirens screaming, police whisked Mr. Inouye to the Imperial University Hospital where in a few minutes he died. At the hospital his wife, pale and dry-eyed, said...