Word: valee
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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There follow in rapid succession the Vale of Tempe, the summit of Parnassus, scaling the Acropolis at midnight, wooing the Maidens of the Porch by Attic moonlight, swimming the Hellespont, climbing Stromboli and Vesuvius, trying to swim from whirling Charybdis to rocky Scylla, singing "Funiculi, Funicula" in the Blue Grotto to an English girl with an Alice-blue Rolls-Royce, climbing Aetna, playing Ulysses ("handsome, heaven-sent Greek") to a 65-year-old bobbed grandmother's Calypso, and reading "The Return of Ulysses" at Ithaca, having completed what was begun, a trip in the wandering wake of Ulysses doing...
...Frederick Mills, Chairman of the Ebbw Vale Steel, Iron & Coal Co. Ltd., issued a final dire statement: "Nineteen bodies have been recovered. The gas has been pumped out and rescue work is going on; but I can see no hope that the 32 men still trapped underground remain alive...
...dinner guest in Sedalia, Mo., who took his vacation under the auspices of Thos. Cook & Son. These, to squeeze the last drop of bliss from omniscience, will hint: "Ask me another!" Two youths lately turned out by that small incubator of great men, Amherst College, have entered this fertile vale of psychology and in it, after proper experiment, planted a book.* Before publishing they went calling. They called on President William Allan Neilson of Smith College and on Colyumnist Heywood Broun of the New York World; on Advertiser Bruce Barton and President Emeritus Arthur Twining Hadley of Yale, Sport-Writer...
...will play Slagle, but he would not be pinned down to picking him as a starter. The feeling in Princeton is that he will be reserved for a time when his presence will do most good, and that roper will save his star all he can for the Vale came a week...
Last week, sunbeams crept softly through the penitentiary bars, glistened on tears of joy in the eyes of Mr. Langley, who was composing a telegram to his darling, Spouse Langley. His words flowed like a dream in the Vale of Tempe: "I am supremely happy. Even these grey prison walls seem to shine with the lustre of our beloved Cumberland and Blue Ridge. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord. May He bless and keep always the good men and women and all our children of the Kentucky Mountains. My love and greetings...