Word: things
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...estimation, the reason for this popularity of the wild rose, is because of its aggressive assertion of itself. It is thorny and disagreeable to the touch, a thing we do not want in a national flower. If it is picked, it wilts in a few minutes. It comes out a beautiful pink, but before it dies it has faded to a colorless existence. Farmers root it out, as its luxuriant growth soon ruins the fences over which it sprangles. Not one of the phases of its short life, is connected with our desires in a national emblem. The only claim...
Fast Tank. The Army sent a wicked-looking military contraption charging over a rough Maryland field and among sand dunes at 42 m. p. h. It was the newest thing in combat tanks. Powered by a 12-cylinder Liberty motor, it rushed 62 m. p. h. down a road on eight hard-rubber tires. In 14 minutes it was converted into a caterpillar tractor, ready to hurtle its ten tons, its three-man crew, its full armament, cross-country nearly four times as fast as any tank similarly armored had moved before...
...must not move too hastily. Perhaps the first thing to abolish is the collar stud. We really must get rid of that. You know, men have far too many buttons to trouble them...
When crime looms in London there is but one thing to do?report to Scotland Yard. As any reader of the best detective fiction knows, the "C. I. D." (Criminal Investigation Department) will unravel the knottiest mystery in the shortest possible time. In fiction there is usually an amateur on hand to simplify the C. I. D.'s work. In actuality, for many a long year, the master mind of Scotland Yard, the prototype of Sherlock Holmes, a sleuth in no need of amateur assistance, has been Chief Constable Frederick Wensley, a real super-detective credited with solving more murders...
...groan, then a mingled roar from the huge gallery outside, told Espinosa that something had happened to Jones's second shot on the final hole. Heading for a trap to the left of the green the ball had stopped just short, in rough grass. The next thing Espinosa heard was a loud, but not wholehearted, cheer. Jones had pitched up, but his ball had stopped 12 feet short of the pin. "Let me look," blurted Espinosa and went to the locker room window...