Word: stood
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Remember the Iron Duke? A stout old whale, with twelve-inch steel skin.* Forward of her two tall funnels, forward of her bridge-balancing tripod mast, in a heavily armored conning tower, calm little Admiral Sir John Jellicoe, Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Fleet, stood giving orders during the biggest battle of them all, Jutland...
...channel. The losses were appalling, the instances of gallantry uncountable. One of the diverting boats alone sustained 182 casualties. One man, shot through the middle, wrapped his vessel's ensign around him, went on fighting. Two officers, both painfully wounded in the legs, crawled about giving orders. Another stood cheering and waving on the few survivors of his company after a shell had shot away his hand. One of the small boats had trouble making fast to the mole. In the face of machine-gun fire, the commander of her landing party calmly climbed on to the mole, made...
Volunteer spotters, eyes & ears straining for the sight or sound of high-flying "invaders," flashed word of the enemy approach to the fields where pilots stood ready to gun the 1,000-h.p. engines of 800 quick-climbing Spitfire and Hurricane fighters. The Territorial Army probed cloudbanks with searchlights, traced the paths of the invading bombers with the long snouts of their anti-aircraft guns. In London balloon barrage crews, on the alert 24 hours a day, inflated their tricky sausages and let them up 700 feet-far lower than would be needed to entangle a real enemy. Defending fighters...
...shoulder-slung rifles on Arabian ponies or brandishing lances on racing dromedaries; turbaned brown Madagascar riflemen; sun-helmeted white Colonial scouts; fezzed black Senegalese sharpshooters; earthshaking, ear-shattering tanks-all ablaze with the armed might of Imperial France. In the reviewing stand, half-hidden behind politicians and visiting dignitaries, stood a little man with grey hair, a small grey mustache, in a small blue-grey uniform-Commander-in-Chief Gamelin. He could hardly be seen. But the troops knew he was there, and so did the people...
London. Early this year beef-eating Yorkshireman John Boynton Priestley, author of best-selling novels (The Good Companions, Angel Pavement), several U. S. stage flops, one hit (Dangerous Corner), stood up to the almighty British Broadcasting Corp., calling it monopolistic and its programs a bore. Fortnight ago BBC commissioned a novel for serial broadcasting, 20 minutes every Sunday. Commissioned novelist: J. B. Priestley. The radio novel, Let the People Sing, was reported to be another cross-sectioning of British life like The Good Companions...