Word: sweete
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...William Alexander Kinglake, famed British 19th century explorer lusciously described Damascus in his Eothen: "Close along on the Abanah river's edge through seven sweet miles of rustling boughs and superb shade, the city spreads her whole length as a man falls flat, face forward, in the brook that he may drink and drink again; so Damascus, thirsty forever, lies down with her lips to the stream and clings to its rustling waters." Tradition ascribes to Damascus the title "oldest city in the world...
...this day courtiers at the Hague recall the Queen Mother's words of blistering scorn when Crown Princess Juliana, precocious at 15, became innocently infatuated with a 30 year old Jewish widower, Gabriel Alara, a sweet-voiced, black-eyed cantor in an Amsterdam synagog (TIME, Dec. 8, 1923.) But such is the winsomeness of Princess Juliana that, in her presence, all is soon forgiven...
...Lock Haven, Pa., last week, 20 Pennsylvania State College freshmen sat in the refectory of their forestry department camp. They were fed up with the lore of weird foods. Horse meat is paler than that of cattle, and sweet. Dog steaks are as tender as lamb chops, but taste flat. Frog legs are like the white part of chicken, would be appetizing save for the dead look of the bones. Rat flesh is like that of tame rabbits. Snails fried alive in butter have a quaint taste. They are tough to chew. Human flesh, when the source is not known...
...there, too, that Mr. Moggs gave Higbie Chaffinch a copy of Treasure Island, whose author, one Stevenson, Higbie could not recall among the illustrious company-Cicero, Seneca, Theocritus, Tibullus, sweet Petronius-in whose service his years had been passed. Disrobing that night, with Treasure Island open on the dresser, Higbie had difficulty disentangling his feet from his pant-legs without taking his eye from the page. He ceased trying and the snarl lay about his bony ankles, his shirttails waving free, until the book was finished. Kendrick Glasby, star reporter of the local daily, upon whose stalwart young person...
...burning looks. And even as David Rock carves his love-pledge on his powder horn in the first chapter, so does saintly Anne draw it forth from beneath her shawl in the last chapter, during a conversation between the two that is full of Cur-woodian epithets like "dear," "sweet," "precious," "hallowed." Perdita