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Word: splinterable (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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SYDNEY MINES, Nova Scotia--With more than 250 aboard, a mine train ran wild today down a mile of track deep into the Princess Colliery diggings to splinter finally against a mine wall at 60 miles an hour, killing 20 of its occupants and injuring 45 more...

Author: By (the UNITED Press), | Title: Over the Wire | 12/7/1938 | See Source »

...took another splinter from the pile of odds and cuds and sat down again. There was no hurry. It would take them a quarter of an hour yet to get the cradle cleared. He was excited--yes, there was no denying that. Launching, like birth, is a supreme moment...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 5/18/1938 | See Source »

...another season. Clad in a blue Brittany shirt, bleached and streaked with white from long hours in the sun, knee length shorts that showed pock-marks of paint of as many colors as Joseph's coat, and a pair of dirty sncakers, he whittled lazily, contentedly, at a splinter of pine he'd found among the odds and ends at the end of the pier. Whittling, dangling his legs, he fitted and blended into the picture of the sky and the marine yard and the dark blue water...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 5/18/1938 | See Source »

...reached the car and passed the chocolate to the man in the driver's seat a 75 mm. shrapnel shell burst right beside him with a deafening roar. A steel splinter drove through 'his back, killing him instantly. The man beside him crumpled up mortally wounded. Of the two men in the rear seat one writhed with a shattered leg, the other was barely hurt. Before the occupants of the other cars could reach their friends, a second shell, which did little damage, threw them flat on their faces...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: A Bar of Chocolate | 1/10/1938 | See Source »

Knee-deep in snow 10,000 ft. up the granite scarp of Lone Peak in the Wasatch Mountains, 25 miles southeast of Salt Lake City, last week a snowy-haired oldster of 90 named Ed Hamilton fingered a small splinter of duralumin while tears filled his eyes. Tugging at his white beard, he mumbled: "I'm glad. That...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Transport: Confetti on Lone Peak | 6/21/1937 | See Source »

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