Word: touch
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...which editorialized: "Just what would happen if Adolf Hitler, shorn of all his pagan power, were suddenly to become a St. Francis of Assisi? Would not such a conversion immediately mark the end of all bluster, swashbuckling, regimentation, coercion, intolerance, and persecution? Dictatorship would instantly fade away at the touch of Christ, whose whole method was teaching and persuasion...
...here is a typical alkali flat, left when melting snow water and spring rains had passed. . . . Without difficulty one can find these in Maryland, Pennsylvania, Indiana wherever one chooses. The skull? Oh, that's a movable 'prop' which comes in handy for photographers who want to touch up their pictures with a bit of the grisly...
...other fall sports are to begin with football, and trailing that in publicity though not in popularity, come cross country, soccer, tennis, squash, crew, singles sculling, handball, with impromptu touch touch football, and fall baseball filling in the remaining spots. There's also pingpong and pool. Other sports which come up during the remainder of the year are hockey, wrestling, boxing, basketball, fencing, track, lacrosse, baseball, rugby, golf, and polo. This is a variety which is almost sure to offer at least one sport that a Freshman hasn't tried and probably more...
...columnists jumped to conclusions, tagged Deputy Dolores "beautiful," "exotic." She is a plain, middle-aged ex-laun-dress of cyclonic violence who insists upon wearing "widow's weeds" although her husband is alive. What Spaniards call a "Passion Flower" is an exceedingly fragile plant which shrivels at a touch. Old friends say that after she and her husband left each other to struggle separately for Communism her air of "quiet sorrow" at this estrangement earned her the nickname of the Passion Flower...
...locking his door, he could not bring his mind into focus. The novel became two novels, and the two became four He could not fix upon a single setting...even his theme eluded him...He made four beginnings, constantly changing his perspective, until he could scarcely bear to touch his blurred and meaningless manuscripts. A few of the scenes took form with all his old perfection...but life shook before his eves, like the picture on the surface of a pond when a stone has disturbed its tranquil mirror." Readers who can appreciate such portaits will recognize that Van Wyck...