Word: winds
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Carlton, ingenious dances, Adelaide & Hughes abominable lines, stale humor! make it an uneven entertainment. Suggested by Deep River, it concerns a beautiful Louisiana nobody, whose romance is almost blasted by the rumor that she is a quadroon. In the last act, somebody says it is mere gossip. Song: "South Wind Is Calling." Tom Burke is the hero-tenor; Vivian Hart, newcomer, the joy of his stage life. Notable is a chorus of skeletons in radium-paint...
Irreverent readers of the published results were loud in facetious badinage. Thinking members of the church, with or without regard to these former, felt that the campaign had been injudicious - that the wind of the spirit, blowing whithersoever it listeth, is scarcely to be gauged by a meteorological chart...
...next few moments we counted some thirteen or fourteen riders, all of whom seemed to have chosen us as a common goal. We urged our camels to a trot and then to a gallop, while the wind continued to rise and the air to fill with dust. Nearer came the riders, gaining rapidly, so that it seemed that half an hour would bring them upon us. Ten minutes more and we ran into a dried river course, filled with smooth, rounded stones, the most treacherous footing imaginable. Over this our camels slipped and floundered desperately, while Hamida rasped furious curses...
...that we should not become separated; then for a while we proceeded in this fashion, but eventually the all grew so thick that we could not see a camel's length before us, and were forced to make the panting Meharis kneel. What a storm that was! The wind scoured our faces, hands, and any other exposca parts, with a merciless rain of flying sand, filling the pockets of our clothes, my pockets rather, and the deme with minute particles. So fine was that dust that I afterwards removed a generous supply from beneath my watch crystal, which is generally...
Quite suddenly the wind dropped and all was serene again; so we ducked quickly into the nearest hollow, began to remove the wrappings from the action our guns, and broke out a few packets of ammunition. After this we hobbled our mounts and settled down to wait, in what Mulvaney calls "Invidjus apprehenshun." Nothing happened. We waited some more. Still no sign of our friends. Then "Eddie" called me over to his side of the depression and showed me a distant object, which my field glasses revealed as our strayed pet. We lost no time in retrieving...