Word: swamp
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Both theories were reconciled convincingly last week by Alvin Leonard Lugn of the University of Nebraska. In the Journal of Geology he explained that the vines grew in spirals and were buried naturally amid pulpy swamp vegetation and sands. Then the beavers came and dug out the rotting material inside the corkscrews to make burrows with "prefabricated" walls...
...phony war." Everyone was bored with it. Rumors, hysteria, gloom, mockery emanated from the general boredom like marsh gas from a swamp. In the streets of Paris, strange, melancholy figures appeared; many were dressed as widows, though France then had few casualties. Mourners were seen in uncommon numbers. Presently the French police realized that these widows' weeds, this ostentatious grief were deliberate weapons in the Nazi war of nerves. Finally, nervously, the police arrested some, found, sure enough, they were professional mourners, not going to any funeral. Said Edmond Taylor, in The Strategy of Terror: they had been hired...
...cock their eyes and twitter over a new set of Southern bird pictures. Few bird lovers would crook their necks to look at a Rembrandt. But they will flock like wild geese to see a well-drawn picture of a roseate spoonbill's rump sticking out of a swamp. And these pictures were unusual, not only for the meticulous exactitude with which they depicted the spreading wings of buffleheads, warblers and herons, but for the realism with which they reproduced the iridescent sheen of their plumage. Painted in thin oil paint on specially processed illustration board, the portraits glowed...
Through the swamp country of western Louisiana all last week, the highways rumbled with mud-stained Army trucks and lurching guns. The 400,000-odd men of the Second and Third Armies, weather-beaten, lean and good-humored, were on their way back to their posts from the biggest maneuvers any U.S. soldier had ever seen. They were headed for pay day and furloughs...
...Blue side, the red-necks became front-line troops-in a tradition that was old at Cerro Gordo. Sweating, plastered with swamp mud, drenched with rain, they built bridges alongside spans that umpires' flags had marked blown up. They picked up tank mines, destroyed barricades, bridged rivers and bayous with pontons or spanned them with felled trees. When they had finished, Louisiana had more usable bridges than it had ever had before. All along the Blue front, fighting troops advanced to the scream of the engineers' power saws and the grunt of their powerful bulldozers...