Word: walks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...human eyes. He invented tests with lights. But no one would listen. Finally he borrowed Mr. Bradley's ear. He examined some of Mr. Bradley's horses and found one with weak eyes. He set a small hurdle in front of the beast and Mr. Bradley watched the horse walk toward it and bump his shins. Mr. Bradley ordered his whole stable tested. Dr. Emons made glasses for four of them. They race truer. Previously near the rail or in a bunch of horses they climbed*; they performed inconsistently and ran good races only when breaking from the barrier...
...Walk along the ground with a breeze at your back, approach a fence, bend your knees, spring lightly into the air when you feel the tug of the balloon. You will sail over the fence so easily and land so gently that you will be surprised. Barns and trees can be surmounted with more vigorous leaps, usually requiring a light second push-up with the tip of the toe on the barn's roof or on the tree's outlying branches...
...critical consensus, that of one to rank with the greatest poets of all generations. Homer and Sophocles have not been held too lofty comparisons for him?yet he remains distinctly a product of this continent. Inhuman in his intensity?he says "Humanity is needless"; calls men "the apes that walk like herons"?he repels people who seek comfort in poetry. He takes the race as a starting
Does a Negro woman's husband gulp down his evening meal, reach for his hat, announce that he is "going for a walk," setting out to get a cigar, starting for a lodge meeting, calling on a sick friend, or give any other of the ancient husbandly pretexts for effecting an egress from his home, what steps are proper for his wife to take? Not tears or smiles, not reproaches or endearments, not cries or kisses, according to Negro "Dr." Samuel Kojoe Pearce, lodged last week in a St. Louis jail. The correct procedure is to purchase...
...forgotten "Old Dan Tucker." Emmett, runaway son of a blacksmith, sang and banjoed in the country's earliest traveling minstrel quartets, barnstorming from hall to hall with striped calico shirts, ruffled sleeves, flaring collars. One Saturday night, on tour, his minstrel leader asked him to compose a new "walk around" (stage march) for use the next day. Emmett frowned at the hurry order, went to his hotel, rummaged out of his trunk the rough draft of a tune he had thought up some years before. The words for the tune had been suggested to him by a grumble...