Word: wakes
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Broke the Plains begins with lush, billowy grass, ends with the hulk of a dead tree surrounded by sun-baked desert. What happens between is shown in the arrival of the cattle on the great 400,000,000-acre pasture of the Plains, the inrush of speculators in the wake of the railroads. A homesteader's plow bites into soil held together by the deep roots of prairie grass. Warns a voice: ''Settler, plough at your peril!" A grizzled farmer observes, without comprehending, the first sign of drought. Then comes a Wartime boom in which higher & higher...
...title of world's No. i dirigible. Prime aeronautical innovations are the first Diesel engines ever installed in an airship. Huge Daimler Benz V-8's made of a secret, lightweight alloy, they occupy four gondolas placed far back on the hull, leave a feathery wake of smoke as they shove the ship ahead at a maximum of 85 m.p.h. Only other projection through the smooth, silvery fabric of the Hindenburg's bag is the small control cabin near...
...TIME finds: 1) As to the arcane matter of his divinity. World Teacher Krishnamurti was recently reported saying: "I may or may not be the second Christ-I don't know. . . . Most people are dumb anyway. I don't try to convert them. I only try to wake them up so they can find out what life is really all about." 2) Jiddu Krishnamurti has yet to make a clean break with the fluid tenets of the Theosophical Society which, founded in Manhattan in 1875 by Mme Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, aimed to form "a nucleus of the universal...
...consular agents of Iran have been withdrawn from the U. S. (TIME, Dec. 9 et seq.). To Teheran went word last week that the end of insults was not yet. Though Iran's chargé d'affaires, Hossein Ghods, has already left the U. S. in the wake of his chief, the U. S. Customs was vulgar enough to suggest that Iran's chargé d'affaires was little better than a common smuggler...
Build me a home in a garden With my window flush with the lawn Where life overflows on the heart of a rose Where birds may wake me at dawn...