Word: wind
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...miles to the south and west. Not until it was ready to attack did the Blue scouting cruisers and destroyers discover the whereabouts of the Black fleet's chief threat. By then it was too late. In the early morning the Saratoga pushed her bow into the wind, 45 planes soared from her launching deck, made their way above the vital locks. At the same time the Aroostook, representing the absent aircraft-carrier Langley, a giant Sikorsky started across the Isthmus to the locks Gatun, dropped its "bombs,"' was interned in "neutral" territory...
...snow fell in the morning, drifting over the roads. The wind lifted scarves of snow, twisting them quickly about invisible dancers in the white woods. Steep, shining lawns slanted under the trees, marked by the light feet of birds, brushed by the tails of foxes, punctuated strangely by the furry paws of rabbits. The cold whisper of winter, the soft voice of disaster through beauty, sounded in the forest...
Warlocks and the black arts, hexes and powwows have been neglected by a race of modern rustics who, when their crops are bad or the pigs perish, appeal to the U. S. government. City people, who supposed that the last U. S. beldame had long since ridden up the wind and that the rattle of wild laughter in the autumn air had never been heard since Salem, were surprised to learn of the York witches. They regarded the episode as a weird survival of savage superstition into an era of radios, mechanical birds and spiritualism, of which also there...
Follow Thru. It was only necessary to take one look at Zelma O'Neal to know that everything would be all right. Both pretty and without inhibitions, she tunefully remarked: "I Want to be Bad," illustrating her desire with stamps, wind-ups, moues, and fetching wriggles. When she fell in love, she urged her inamorato to "Take good care of yourself, you belong to me," beating him gently on the chest. So did the audience belong to her, though she abused her property by making such cynical comments as this, to a recalcitrant lover: "You can't have children...
...been tied to me As to a god's tail? But even age cannot undo with argument Yeats' fantastic imagination: Valley, river, and elms, under the light of a moon That seems unlike itself, that seems unchangeable, A glittering sword out of the east. A puff of wind And those white glimmering fragments of the mist sweep by. A lover of fine typography, Yeats himself prints books. His press is part of the Cuala Industries run by the Yeats family -one sister manages the embroidery department, another the hand-press, and a brother designs hand-blocked prints. Versatile...