Word: windowe
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...shin with his name, "because one of my friends in North Carolina gave them to me"; jostled, huzzahed, jeered, cheered, gaped at, the Nominee spent three days in pandemonstrative Chicago. Cartoonist John Tinney McCutcheon drew a picture in the Chicago Tribune of an elephant looking down from a window on the crowd-banked Smith parade, and saying: "It's lucky for me that eagerness to see him doesn't mean eagerness to vote for him." That night the crowds burned bonfires of Chicago Tribunes in the middle of Michigan Avenue...
...necessary for a student to climb in a window if he returns to college after 12 o'clock. Because of this regulation, men are often found in the morning trapped in cellars and coal-bins that they entered unsuspectingly during the small hours...
...nose?notice of an impending countermarch?and turned. Through the tweedy haze she followed the Hudson and was lost to view in a brace of minutes. It was twilight when the Zeppelin, her cabin lights aglow, settled to a lower level. Lady Grace Drummond Hay peered from a window, cried, "Hello," waved her hand. The landing crew, 450 in number, grasped the landing lines, slowly drew the ship to the ground. Four years to the day it was since Doctor Eckener landed the Los Angeles in the same place. Straining at the lines the landing crew pulled the ship...
...political clubs then, but we did have torchlight parades. Both parties would be in both parades, such was the desire to be in or everything. On one occasion we had got down beyond Central Square when someone yelled out 'Freshies' from an upper window, with some justification. Potatoes were immediately put into action, and one first year man, whom I did not know, felt very much offended, for he was jumping around, waving his hands, and hurling violent epithets in the direction of the window. Well, that boy was Theodore Roosevelt...
...bags swinging 7,000 feet in the air between the full moon and the glassy North Sea. . . . We have a million cubic feet of gas but no heat. . . . Merciless cold driving through the canvas walls of this flying tent. ... I have visualized myself gracefully draped over a saloon window ledge romantically viewing the moonlit sky. The men . . . have reminded each other not to forget evening jackets and boiled shirts in their baggage. We have drawn ourselves lovely pictures of dining elegantly in mid-air with Commodore Eckener at the head of a flower-decked table . . . but . . . leather coats, woollies...