Word: sheep
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...became a minister. A little man with a juicy, passionate face, he charmed the women of every congregation before which he preached. Men, as a rule, did not like him. After a period of years he found himself at Plymouth Church, Brooklyn, the pastor of a flock of golden sheep, from whose charge he derived a yearly income of $20,000, even now a generous stipend for any preacher. No doubt Henry Ward Beecher deserved such recompense for his services; he was called the most eloquent preacher since St. Paul; women fainted when he shouted and roared. Not content with...
After traversing the Chinese Turkestan, the party arrived at the Tian Shian Mountains. Here a remarkable collection of bear, deer, mountain sheep, and birds, was obtained...
...Farmers in Newell, S. Dak., gave President Coolidge one small gold irrigation shovel, two sheep, then offered to give him a farm of 160 acres on condition that he would settle thereon with sheep and shovel. Said the President: "These presents round out just what I need to be a farmer in South Dakota. ... I have been presented with a fine saddle horse and accoutrements. ... I am the possessor of a herd of cattle...
...were the speculations about polar geography offered by Dr. R. N. Rudmose Brown. The Arctic, he felt, will be of great importance when economic pressure sends American and European herdsmen to replace the vanishing Eskimo on the five million square miles of treeless Arctic tundra, to raise billions of sheep, reindeer, musk ox, caribou. The possibilities of such herding are already indicated by the half million reindeer that have been reared in northern Alaska from a herd of 1,300 introduced in 1902. The Antarctic will always be less important than the Arctic economically, thinks, Dr. Brown, but it offers...
...constitutionally impossible for a Parrish to be really lugubrious. Innumerable small pranks and whimsies set off the pall of Gray Sheep, softening the glare of its irony, warming it with humanity. The morning of Helen (Mrs.) Rain's funeral, the eaves sparrows quarrel as usual. (She would have liked that.) At John Rain's embarkation, the tugs whisper fuchsia, fuchsia, fuchsia; then cough cocoa, cocoa, cocoa as they push the ship to midstream. During a prayer at sewing circle, Helen Rain peeps covertly at the Women's varying technique-pinching bridge of nose; clasping stomach; kneeling thoroughly...