Word: windowe
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...himself to be drawn. Into his personality strangers must not intrude. Venturing once to try for memoranda of his face, I took an artist to his room. The courtesy of Sophocles was too stately to allow him to turn my friend away, but he seated himself in a shaded window, and kept his head in constant motion. When my frustrated friend had departed, Sophocles told me, though without direct reproach, of two sketches which had before been surreptiously made,--one by the pencil of a student in his class, another in oils by a lady who had followed...
...Strassen frei, Fenster zu!! Clear the streets! Close the windows!" bellowed imperious policemen patrolling the battle-scarred districts in armored cars. After nearly 50 policemen had been wounded they warned that anyone appearing at an open window would be shot. Despite the warning, curiosity was too much for three old women and for Charles Eray Mackay, a newsgatherer from New Zealand. Reporter Mackay ventured out on the street, the old women out on their balconies. All four were shot dead by the watchful police...
...stand at the window and I see automobiles and the wheels turning and smoke coming out of chimneys and people walking around, and I can't believe it. Think of seeing my son. Do you know, the nurses had to tell me what things were. I would ask: 'What is the long, pointed thing out there?' and the nurse would say, 'That's a church steeple.' I've been going to church all my life and didn't know a church steeple...
...hands of a band of masked men. Out into the street the sleepy strikers were marched to the tune of random shots. With crowbar and sledge hammer the invaders-several scores of them, it was too dark to count accurately-set about wrecking the flimsy frame building. Window glass crashed out upon the street and through the aperture went sailing the union's membership and financial records until the sidewalk was white with torn paper. With the headquarters in ruins, the wreckers moved two doors down the street to a striker's grocery store, tossed out its contents...
...they will not disperse. Everything should be bright on this great anniversary, the two hundredth year since the foundation of Harvard College.... The noble elm of Washington, the tree beneath which his tent was pitched in the revolutionary war, is waving quietly in the breeze not far from my window, the only object in the whole circle of my view which saw the infant day of Harvard...