Word: winter
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...been quiet on the intramural sports front for more than a week, and all will continue to be quiet for several more weeks, giving Generalissimo Adolph Samborski a breathing spell after a furious fall and winter season and a chance to figure out how the eight entries in the Grand Harvard Handicap stand...
...company would open the box and find the bombs. Having no key, he could not remove them in secret. The price of safety was $10 box rent annually. So for 21 years he paid blackmail to the devil in cash. Even so his secret was not safe. This winter the safe deposit company decided to move. He could do nothing. So finally Reinhold Faust's box was duly opened. Having heard this story, Municipal Court Judge Matthew D. Hartigan freed Reinhold Faust...
...writing to his solitary self, for enthusiasm has never approached the leprous about Marsden Hartley. A steadfast New England eccentric, whose writings and paintings made sense first to Alfred Stieglitz in 1909, Artist Hartley sits in Maine apainting in the summer and in a Manhattan room ascribbling in the winter, with no public attention what ever. Last week at 61, weathered, heavyset, bright-eyed Marsden Hartley had his 25th one-man show at the Hudson D. Walk er Gallery and made something...
Adventure and romance, not flight from suicide, says Author Anderson, was the aim of the swarthy, 21-year-old ex-clerk-farmer-teacher who signed on the Acushnet ("Pequod") at New Bedford one winter day in 1840. Other travelers' accounts (which he shrewdly disparaged) furnished the main basis for the "unvarnished truth" of his South Seas experiences-captivity by Typee tribesmen, cannibalism, "care-killing damsels," Queen Moana's erotic tattooing, the many other wonders which took mid-Victorian readers' breath away...
...seasons, this is the most baffling and uncertain. For a day, spring comes. And the snows melt. And the world is wet with winter's waning blood. Another morrow, and the wind shrieks again, and the cold rains descend, pelting back the vernal equinox to a more remote calendar page. Hour examinations, like so many scalping Comanches, are taking their bi-yearly toll. Concluding winter athletics are vieing desperately with commencing spring activities. Class elections are pitting friend against friend, while honor, influence, and politics set a dizzy pace. Seniors are searching wearily for a life-long job, and many...