Word: thundered
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...withstand prolonged unsuccess at football. The reverberations of humiliation in the Stadium or the Bowl are far-reaching. Attendance in classes on Egyptology, Cryptology and the Italian drama drops off. Scholarship standards quiver and collapse. Bright young men in middle western high schools hear from afar the dismal thunder of defeat and elect to go elsewhere. Graduates and alumni (they are not identical) storm and sulk in the suburbs, write angry letters, tear up checks and send their sons to the University of Nebraska. The loss of these checks is more serious than the loss of the sons. There...
Keith-Albee--"Thunder Mountain", continuous...
...UNDERSTAND?Montague Glass ?Doubleday, Page ($2.00). Since Abie's Irish Rose stole his long-rumbling thunder, not much has been seen or heard of the author of Potash and Perlmutter. Somehow, the Jews presented in Y'Understand (eight short stories) seem modernized, less Semitic than their forerunners. Perhaps that is mere geography: "Blood Is Redder Than Water" (mistaken identity in a fight over women and a will) transpires at Rockaway Beach, L. I.; "Cousins of Convenience" (a comedy of clothes) hints at the annual hegira to Florida; "Never Begin with Lions" (cinema tribulations) is in Los Angeles...
Here lies Ooo-Rah, misbegotten child of Wild and Foolish Frenzy, conceived in playfulness, nourished in jest, and brought forth still-born before an expectant world. Bred to thunder forth the fame of wounded heroes stricken on the field of glory, poor Ooo-Rah never wheezed a note. No single "Ooo" nor yet a "Rah" did Ooo-Rah bellow out in signal of a lusty birth. One long protracted hush proclaimed before an anxious multitude that Ooo-Rah's birth was also Ooo-Rah's death. So let him lie and rest in everlasting peace. And may this simple tribute...
When dirty weather gathers in this book, as it does continually, the seas thunder, spurt, hurl, burst, cascade, career and cannonade. Poops lurch, hatches groan, bulwarks drown, spars shiver, tumults surge, canvas flogs, human limpets cling to wreckage with bleeding nails, battered limbs, frozen hands, grim resolve. It is a fast-sailing tale of clipper days, stoutly and thoroughly rigged from stem to gudgeon, commanded by a cultured swashbuckler from Nova Scotia, a hammer-fisted, hell-bent "bluenose" skipper, with Nietzschean ethics, Vulcanic muscles, the passions of Poseidon, the luck of Lucifer. When his clipper Aphrodite goes down off Patagonia...