Word: tepidity
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...Their brief residence on their islands interrupts a year of peregrination during which they proceed, usually at a depth of 100 fathoms, as far south as San Diego, Calif., or, following the Aleutian Islands to the coast of Asia, the southern extremity of Japan. When southern waters grow too tepid, the seals return to their islands, the cows to breed their young, the bulls to fast and later copulate, the pups to learn how to swim, the "bachelor" seals (males under seven years old) to establish their separate colony and conduct small restless migrations of their...
Wright Honors. The U. S., then, was tepid to flying. So the Wrights went to Europe. There they won recognition and financial backing. That is why, when Orville Wright believed that the Smithsonian Institution at Washington was erroneously giving the late Samuel Pierpont Langley credit for the first man-carrying airplane, he sent his Kitty Hawk plane to the Science Museum' at South Kensington, London, for preservation...
...Church . . . have drawn multitudes from the orthodox faith, and blasted their hopes of heaven! ... A person who is thus in the grip of Satanic power is unable to extricate himself . . . [and is] left in utter spiritual desolation." Well might buxom Aimee McPherson have quailed as she faced 2,000 tepid Britons, over 8,000 empty seats, the two Deacons and "Bishop" Mrs. White. No sooner did the Evangelist mount her pulpit than Bishop White stood up in her box and loudly shouted: "Couldn't Mrs. McPherson favor us with an explanation of her kidnapping incident on the Pacific Coast...
...Sycamore, Ill., Mrs. Helena Dolder, newly appointed sheriff, had plates of tepid, sticky, horrible mush served to the prisoners at the jail. Thirty-three scowling criminals began to curse Mrs. Dolder, describing her mush also in uncomplimentary terms. Mrs. Dolder turned on a hose and squirted water over the 33 criminals until they cried for mercy. The next night she again provided plates of tepid, sticky, horrible mush. This the prisoners ate with relish...
Written in the mood, somewhat in the setting of South Wind (sophisticated classic by Norman Douglas) this book has some of its characteristics-a sharp satire, a style of suave surprises. But through its pages blows not a strong and pungent sirocco; instead a slow and tepid wind in which insects may hover lazily. Author Faulkner in this casual and breezy work seems always on the verge of an important irony which he never produces. His second novel is a step up in technique, a step down in importance from his powerful Soldiers...