Word: slept
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...some 2,410 dogs. Of these, some were of well-known and orthodox breeds; others Afghan hounds, Eskimos, Norwegian Elk-hounds, Pinschers (Doberman), Salukis, Schnauzers (miniature), Samoyedes; 17 were miscellaneous. All were in varying states of trepidation or delight, depending upon their personalities. Those who were in trepidation slept or snarled; those who enjoyed the dog show, as many women enjoy large dinner parties, sat up and preened their coats, or barked merrily. To stroll into this lowest floor, where the dogs were "benched" was like strolling into a rout or reception, as imagined by some satirist whose fancy...
...hound was far away from all this turmoil. Unconscious as yet that his coat is more sleek and warm than that of ordinary basset hounds, not knowing that his dark eyes have in them a more perfect lustre or that his bandy legs have a more effective warping, he slept in the early evening, dreaming, doubtless, of rabbits in which a basset hound delights. For him, there will be a year more of fields and country kennels. Then he will go to his first show. It will surprise...
Morning came. We wanted breakfast. "Holloa! Holloa!" we called to our porters. No answer. We looked about us--not a striped tie. We used powerful glasses--not a club-carrying guide in sight. Crazed with terror by the strange surroundings, they had fled while we slept. What...
...door he climbed out the skylight and crept to the roof edge. Patiently peering at the baby porch a floor below him, fortified with a roof repairman's tools and a bland air of industry in case he was surprised, the hours slipped by. Swaddled thickly the baby slept below. It was dusk, and no picture. The next day Sarno crept out on his roof again. Late in the morning Baby Vera stirred, tossed. The tiny head, free of loving covers, lay exposed. Sarno swiftly exposed his picture plate, scuttled happily down the skylight, "beat" the town...
...other poets: "They ought to be thrown to the lions." At Le Cirque, de Paris rash Poet Dolgara entered a cage replete with mangy kings of beastdom and sat down to read selections from his poems. He declaimed for half an hour. The weary lions yawned, then dozed, then slept. Triumphant, impertinent Louis Dolgara emerged to jest: "My fame shall be greater than Daniel's! My work has stood trial by lions...