Word: wildes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...time when huntsmen oil their shotguns and go a-gunning for wild ducks. Now, too, is a time when Congressmen oil their tongues and try to escape being "lame ducks" when Congress sits after the election. This conjunction of times was a happy one for the duckhunters of Barnegat Bay, N. J., and for Representative Harold G. Hoffman. The hunters spoke to Mr. Hoffman, who smiled and spoke to Lieut. Commander H. V. Wiley of the Lakehurst Naval Air Station, who bowed (figuratively) and spoke to his naval aviators, who said nothing but proceeded to obey a new order...
...arms and led him in. Little old Chief Justice Melville W. Fuller, who had sworn the last five Presidents, administered the oath. Then came the historic Inaugural Ball in the cavernous Pension Building. Roosevelt slipped out a side door of the White House and soon was tracking and slaying wild animals in an Africa not yet crowded by tourist-hunters. Taft stayed behind, corpulent, just, constantly annoying his children, the citizens, by his benevolent logic. They had voted for him because the dynamic, hustle-up Roosevelt had told them to. When they found how unRooseveltian Taft was, they were vexed...
...Board Chairman of the Great Northern Railroad and son of its founder, the late, great James J. Hill, jumped for joy and led cheers on the Smith platform in St. Paul. . . . Senator Shipstead, the duck-hunting dentist, the Farmer Laborite, was friendly-and then reported "hurt," "alienated." . . . Milwaukee went wild over the prospect of hearing its beer signs creak again. . . . Nominee Smith went on home...
...millions of cattle killed and buried, to the funeral dirge of their owners' vituperations. In the hilly North, where burial space was scarce, he drove sick cattle into the valley and blasted the mountainsides to fill in a natural grave. Warned that the curse had spread to wild deer, and assured that shooting a few would scatter the rest, he directed silencers to be used on the guns. Hunters deprived of their prey stormed in wrath, bereaved cattlemen still grumbled, but the disease was stamped...
...would perhaps laugh at Aristophanes instead of shouting his silliest lines to a football team; Sophocles, Euripides and Aeschylus might teach them something about how men may be forlorn and heroes. They, like Herodotus, would see the eternal and astounding spectacle of a fantastic king marching an army through wild mountains by the sea; later, they would hear of the careless youth of Athens who "had never tasted war." Some would imitate not Oscar Wilde but Alcibiades who sliced the noses off of the gods before he sailed to war, in Sicily, across a stormy sea. They might share Plato...