Word: walks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...example, a man in red flannels might try while brushing his teeth to paddle, with a croquet mallet, a canoe down the diagonal walk at noon. Such behavior, if it became customary, might need very mild and gentle restriction...
Hurrying along the walk in front of the battlements of Sever comes the artist with his carefully creased black felt hat jammed down over his eyes. In front of him, not managing to eclipse him, but successfully blocking his way saunters the debonair man of the world, his hat of excellent vintage but considerably battered--probably with a hole or two in it--turned down in front and up behind with perfect studied carelessness...
...wanted to become a resident of the U. S. She paid a man $50 to show her how. He took her one Sunday night to the gorge dam at Niagara Falls, lowered her by a rope to the trestle of the Michigan Central Railroad. With little, cautious steps she walked along the cold steel girders, while the Whirlpool Rapids 250 feet below howled at her. She was shrewd enough to put her legs in trousers instead of flapping, treacherous skirts. She reached U. S. soil. Last week she was arrested with four other young women who had crossed from Canada...
...next time you come in here you'll see my face and hear my voice in your imagination. You will note this spot where the platform stood and you will imagine me standing here. Say, Jesus, I'm through in St. Louis. Though I never walk the streets of St. Louis again in the flesh, I shall walk them in the spirit. Often in spirit I shall come to the Locust street entrance of the Coliseum, where those fine policemen have met me for seven weeks. . . ." Billy Sunday reached for his overcoat and let the converts come...
Janet had married not only this house in Halkin Street, but also Wintersmoon with its Minstrel's Gallery, and Queen Elizabeth's bed, its three ghosts, its Spanish walk. But to Rosalind, Wintersmoon was merely the depths of Wiltshire: old house half shut up, woods, ponds, peacocks, Salisbury Plain in the distance. So Janet lost Rosalind; and all that remained was a great emptiness. She could indeed have filled it with the traditional affairs of her mother-in-law the duchess-soup kitchens, canons, Agatha Bazaar-but much as she loved tradition, she was too modern for that...