Word: spray
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...soon as the senior eights landed the four freshman crews took possession of the barge, and then the fun began. Every possible theory in regard to strokes was exemplified, and the resultant showers of spray were hailed with delight by the upperclassmen on the platform. After a great deal of scientific seamanship, the boats were finally got into line, and started. The rowing baffles description. At the outset the crew stroked by Beaumont, and steered by Mumford, obtained a lead which it held to the finish. This crew was composed of the following men: Bow, Grew, 2, Dorr, 3, Hathaway...
...usual until after the race, predominated. A glance at the boats as they back up against the line show that Yale is slightly heavier; but the snug, trimbuilt figures of the Harvard men instinctively inspire confidence. A warning from the referee, a pistol shot, and they are off. The spray is dashed in the air by twelve oars, twelve backs rise and fall with the regularity of clockwork. Cries of "Yale !" and "Harvard !" burst from the throats of thousands of spectators, while the noise of steam whistles and of several bands of music contribute to the general uproar. Yale, spurred...
...room 100 feet by 70 feet, with a circular gallery at one end, besides a space for the regular marching and dumb bell exercises. It is to have all the modern appliances for gymnastics and physical exercise. The basement is to contain regular bath rooms, a spray bath room of 8 feet by 10, a hot room to dry and rub down in, a shower bath room, sparring room, statistic room, billiard rooms and bowling alleys. The base-ball and tennis room is to be 100 feet long and 40 feet wide, surrounded by a wire cage. There is also...
...watched the ever-roughening sea several minutes in silence. The pier was trembling beneath my feet, and I found it hard to stand upright against the fresh, strong wind. I had never seen such sworls of spray before, nor such a foreboding sky, - a long oblique strip of blackness, like a pall, with ragged edges dipping to the very sea. Then I turned and slowly walked up the path to the little brown house, where the tall elms were swaying madly to and fro. A bright face welcomed me from the window. It was the little granddaughter...
When I awoke the waning moon was shining. I raised myself in bed and looked out. The sea was still plunging heavily, throwing up the long spray in drops of glittering silver, and the thunder of the waves still resounded along the shore. Just as I fell back in bed, I thought I heard a noise, like the opening and shutting of a door. I listened intently; I went to the window and looked out. Mere imagination! Yet I partially dressed myself, with a half-defined intention of going down stairs to look...