Word: wound
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Struggling through 88 minutes of blood and thunder, the Crimson and Green Varsity soccer teams wound up with the home forces on the long end of a 4-2 score here yesterday, while the Hanover Freshmen measured their Cambridge rivals to a 2-0 fitting...
...cards are on the table: he knows that unless he kills them first the four will most certainly kill him, as soon as he has landed them in Cuba and his usefulness to them is ended. He kills them, but not before he has received his own death-wound. In the Coast Guard cutter that has picked him up, half-delirious, dying, he tries to voice the dictum that is the book's real motto: " 'A man,' he said. " 'Sure,' said the "captain. 'Go on.' " 'A man,' said Harry Morgan, very...
...Star he nosed the beaten track of hospital, morgue and jail. War was in all minds, however, and a few months later he joined an ambulance unit bound for the Italian front. There he transferred to the Italian infantry; soon after, in a trench-mortar explosion, got a wound that retired him from active service. Of his War experiences, Author Hemingway speaks modestly, says usually, "I spent most of the time in hospitals." He carried this attitude so far that when his War-novel (A Farewell to Arms) was being cinematized he took pains to deny all publicity stories...
...result of his wound, he still wears an aluminum kneecap, grafted bonebits here and there, as well as a score of body scars. (A deep scar on his forehead is not war-gotten, but the mark of a bathroom skylight that fell on him.) He claims to have learned more about war from his post-War reporting of battles in the Near East than he ever did through his own soldiering. This reporting was done for the Toronto Star in the early '20s. Hemingway was by that time married (to Hadley Richardson, childhood Michigan friend), comfortably established...
...darkens, Europe mixes her cups of deah, all the little Caesars fidget on their thrones. The old wound opens its clotted mouth to ask for new wounds. Men will fight through; men have tough hearts . . . I see far fires and dim degradation Under the warplanes and neither Christ nor Lenin will save you. I see the March rain walk on the mountain, sombre and lovely on the green mountain. . . . I wish you could find the secure value, The allheal I found . . . The splendor of inhuman things...