Word: tilled
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...rained till the Churchill Downs track looked like a brown and olive swamp. The favorite flower of the East was Blue Larkspur, but Man O' War's gelded son Clyde Van Dusen won the race. The other Clyde Van Dusen, his trainer, nearly wept when he saw him come in. His owner, Broom Manufacturer Herbert P. Gardner, did not watch him because he was afraid of the excitement. His jockey, Linus ("Pony") McAtee, who won the 1927 Derby on Whiskery, said "I knew it from the start." More than 60,000 people watched the race, All of them...
...hypnotized, worked a sinister charm over carnal Douglas. One electric day, detailed to keep her indoors, he succumbed to her eerie charm only to be tossed aside when a flash of lightning lured her into the storm. Forced into her room, she moaned and wailed like a caged animal till Joan, unnerved by the noise, unshackled by jealousy, let her out-"a white flame of freedom, blown steadily through the dark rain, carrying with it its own light." Inevitably, hideous lightning struck Lynneth's favorite tree, killed her beneath...
...best U. S. novel (Scarlet Sister Mary, published by Bobbs. Merrill, reviewed in TIME, Dec. 31), received $1,000. Author also of Green Thursday and Black April, Mrs. Peterkin uses all-Negro characters. She. white, is the wife of a South Carolina planter. She did not begin to write till...
...really worried over the prospect of an annual chorus of complaint from the host of Sophomores whose first choice of a house must be turned down. That whole difficulty would disappear at once if it is the Freshmen, not the Sophomores, who are being assigned to the Houses. Freshmen, till they have matriculated, have no rights at all. They will go to the Houses to which they are assigned, and they will accept the assignment almost as readily as they now accept the assignment of rooms in the Freshman Halls...
...sweetmeats, or of eggs would be borne to a friend's house, where for an hour the old man sat in dignity, and calm, opening and closing his eyes and his jack-knife; uttering meanwhile detached remarks, wise, gruff, biting, yet seldom lacking a kernal of kindness, till bedtime came, nine o'clock, and he was gone, the gifts--if thanks were feared--left in a chair by the door...