Word: sprang
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...snow. The destination was quickly attained, but, before the men could inquire into the cause of their summons, a low wail descended from a snowy tree. Like Androcles, the fire fighters hesitated. But the cry, like the unspecific lament of a hoot owl, did not betray whether it sprang from bird, beast, or fish. Yet it darted so pitifully down that the perplexed rescuers raised a ladder against the tree and sent one of their number hastily...
...Harvard Yard (campus), a yellow and white hound-dog, weight 35 pounds, watched some squirrels at play, stalked them, sprang, flattened a young squirrel under his paw. The pinioned creature twisted this way and that, emitting sharp, tiny screams of pain. Down from the trees ran the other squirrels. They surrounded the dog and curled their whiskered lips, making a snarling noise. Now it was the hound-dog's turn to cringe; it was his turn to squeal with agony as the squirrel under his paw twisted around, bit his forefoot-as the other squirrels sprang upon his flanks...
...choose, in a more obscure and humble position, against many difficulties and amid many humiliations, to continue my task in public life, it is because I want to spend the rest of my days and what is left of my strength in serving the people from whom I sprang...
...Cocoanuts. No musical show this season, with the possible exceptions of the extravagant Sunny and the cherished Chariot's Revue, has excited more blissful anticipation than this return of the Marx Brothers. These four ingenious gentlemen first sprang into magnificent prominence two years ago with a noisy, nondescript and stunningly hilarious adventure called I'll Say She Is. Whereupon Irving Berlin gathered them unto himself and agreed to write music for their next show; George S. Kaufman (Merton; Beggar on Horseback; The Butter and Egg Man) was summoned to write the book; and producer Sam H. Harris released...
...cowered a furry creature, pressing its soft white belly against the ground, upturning stricken, opalescent eyes. Farmer De Mouche chuckled. He laid his long shotgun upon the ground and bent to secure his game. But suddenly there was a scuffle behind him; another rabbit leaped out of the bush, sprang upon the shotgun's trigger. "BANG!" Farmer De Mouche received both barrels in his back. Bloody, mangled, dripping, he crawled home. The snared rabbit remained in the snare...