Word: tented
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...caught the full fury of war in the Pacific. Pavuvu is a stinking, rat-infested little island in the Solomons, fit neither for marine nor Gook. Some men went "Asiatic" (regular Marine lingo for rock-happy). A sentry walked his muddy post for four hours, stopped at the last tent as his relief reported, put his rifle to his mouth and blew the top of his head off. This seemed so reasonably symptomatic of the division's island sickness that a marine in a nearby tent only growled: "Now I gotta find the padre. It's getting...
...hundreds and then by the thousands. They came from as far away as New Orleans and Oklahoma City, over a million of them. They trampled Homer's grass. They tied up traffic for 20 blocks. Old people came in wheelchairs and one man in an oxygen tent. Sometimes they called up Homer at 3 a.m. to ask him to turn on the lights. "It was worth it," says Homer, "to watch parents with tears in their eyes explain the Christmas story to their children. One little boy told his mother he didn't want to go home until...
...proposal to bis trustees: abolish the campus eating clubs which for a quarter of a century had flourished proudly along Prospect Avenue. They were contrary to the "democratic spirit," said Wilson; they had become a "side show" which seemed "to be trying to control the performance in the main tent...
...become delirious." Last week when Londoners finally got in on the act, some found what remained of Dali's nightmarish designs more distracting and boring than shocking. The frame of the harp that played for Salome's dance was a painted giraffe's neck. Herodias' tent was surmounted by umbrella skeletons which undulatingly opened and shut throughout the performance. John's severed head was a tame affair that looked more like a haggis: Dali's more horrifying head had been axed at the last minute by the censor. What delirium the audience felt...
Born to wealth (his father was a railroad tycoon), Firbank spent most of his short life roaming around the Mediterranean and the Caribbean, halting, as the whim seized him, in a tent in the desert, a palace in Portugal or an old house in Constantinople. He carried around with him a trunkful of objets d'art, including a bronze bull, his own novels bound in white vellum, some colored quill-pens, a "vast tortoiseshell crucifix" and stacks of "those large blue rectangular postcards" on which he wrote both his novels and correspondence ("Tomorrow I go to Hayti," crooned...