Word: waits
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...endurance. He would go in a leisurely way from Croydon Airdrome, England, to Tokyo, and back, with sundry detours about the Mediterranean coast, in South Africa, and Mesopotamia-a matter of 40,000 miles in all. A broken wing and damaged engine forced him back to London, to wait for a new plane to be built. A luxurious traveler, in any case, Van Lear Black retreated from Khartum, Egypt, by special train...
...Kansas City, in a hotel, with the vortex only a few blocks away, a solid, grey, squire-like man from Illinois also waited for the result. He had been a State Governor and knew the surge of popular acclaim. "No man ever ran away from the presidency," he had said. He was hoping the farmers from his section of the land would insist upon the nomination coming to him. He thought he could win the trust of all the other kinds of men whose influence counted. Men had called him another Cincinnatus. He let his friends play up the farm...
...such apologetic introduction. In it was unfolded the story of a favorite daughter of Idaho, who, after attending an Eastern college, returned to the potato dad hills of her native state, followed by her fiance. Local entanglements of politics and domesticity prevented her immediate marriage. She was compelled to wait while her two sisters ran away from their husbands, while her maiden aunt gave a despondent tirade upon the subject of celibacy and while her father was appointed, after much political turmoil, to the bench of the Supreme Court. In the meantime, she got herself elected to the state legislature...
...room referred to is where the President goes to sign or veto bills when he does not choose to wait for them to be sent to him at the White House. Speeches on its decorations have caused mirth before last week's Heffling. Among the capitol guides is an angular-winded woman, who, when she has herded a group of sightseers into the President's room, points at a female figure painted on the ceiling, and chants in a nasal sing-song that can be heard down the outer corridors: "And that lady there is called...
...arid monotony of his existence, be undisturbed, guarded by her sickly sister, the village spinster who envied youth and health and beauty, Adrienne was starved for drama. She could but set the stage-parlor furniture to dust in the morning, geraniums to cut by the garden gate-and wait in vain for the hero. From an upper window she watched for him, a middle-aged neighbor. The sharp ledge cut into her arms, the heavy scent of summer flowers filled her with longing, but her neighbor kept to himself. Adrienne tossed sleeplessly at night, traced listlessly the immutable pattern...