Word: snow
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Aided by the New England cold spell and a plentiful supply of snow, a group of undergraduates molded the "Venus of the Yard" in front of Grays Hall last night, only to see their creation go down before the blows of members of Colonel Apted's Yard patrol...
Everybody knows that it is very quiet after it snows. But last week in Nature, two inquisitive Britons from the National Physical Laboratory at Teddington told exactly how efficient a sound absorber snow is. They carried a carpet of newly fallen snow, four inches deep, into their laboratory, found it absorbed 90% and more of vibrations in the middle and high frequency ranges, far more than heavy velvet draperies...
Married. The Honorable Anne Wigram, 25, daughter of Lord Wigram, Deputy Constable and Lieutenant-Governor of Windsor Castle, longtime private secretary to George V ; and John Leslie Harvey, son of a British army officer; at Windsor, England. At the wedding, first held at Windsor Castle in 25 years, unseasonable snow stranded hundreds of guests...
...Mickey Mouse, not the foolish pigs, not Donald Duck in a snit, not the awkward Goof nor Horace the hopeless horse, not Dopey, no wide-eyed, tender creature of the field or wood was chosen. The choice: a scene from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs wherein two cadaverous vultures-black, grey, just a tip of vermilion on their cruel beaks-watch for the witch's death through sleet and gloom. Taken from their delicate context, the ominous birds seemed to be looking down on Europe...
There was no sound. None from the puff that switched a cloud of frost against the panes. The innumerable snow moths spread themselves on the pane in rhythmic silence, dissolving, vanishing. Their motions were real quiet, against a background of silence. It was real quiet because their collisions with the glass should have broken the stillness; instead, the absence of a sound where there should have been one made a crevice in the night, transforming it into a riot of noise by contrast. Reflected in the glass he could see the flames in the fireplace lick across the wood, hushing...