Word: splashed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...window whence come signs of spring, and his mind's eye visualizing a yacht on the blue or a shack in the clouds. Even the dullest of subjects will fail to induce sleep, for now it is the plunk-plunk of a banjo drifting over rippling waters or the splash of a perfect "watermelon" from a twenty foot spring board that imparts a faint glean of intelligence to the student's shining face. Even the most exacting of lecturers are pleased these days with the brilliant countenances before them...
...That he wanted his will to make a huge splash I cheerfully affirm. How he would have enjoyed the universal amazement! . . . It must have strained him mightily to keep that gorgeous secret...
...read Chaucer in the evening, he can take down the original manuscript of the Canterbury Tales, in Chaucer's spidery, faded, careful hand, manuscript said to be the most valuable in the world. He owns the original manuscript of the autobiography of Benjamin Franklin "from the ink splash on page 71, to the day before his death." In 1911 he paid a million dollars for three Gainsboroughs. His Gutenberg Bible (often mistaken for the famed copy from the library of Cardinal Mazarin*) is worth $50,000; he has on his shelf the first edition of Venus and Adonis...
...nets he was tending in the middle of the English Channel and squinted off over five miles of tossing grey water. Aye, there could be no doubt of it, she was coming down, on a long slant like a tired gull. It was too far off to see a splash, but Thomas Marshall had trawled the English Channel long enough to know a London-to-Paris airliner when he saw one. He did not hesitate. Rather than delay to haul in his nets, he bade his crew hack them free and pointed his smack's nose towards the spot...
...fishpole caused his eyes to sparkle momentarily; occasionally an intrepid fly was rewarded with an energetic slap. . . . Occasionallv, too, he shot a glance of stern disapproval across the wharf, where the Courtney children-Martha, four, and Jane, six-romped carelessly. Suddenly, simultaneous shrieks rent the air, mingling with the splash of water. Two struggling figures swept beneath the projecting fishpole. The boy jumped. Seizing one girl by the hair, setting his teeth into the dress of the other, he floated both until help came in the form of a rowboat. When the distracted Courtneys had assured themselves of their daughter...