Word: woundings
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Story. Emily Fletcher went into her father's room on the morning after he died. "The blanket had been thrown off and hung beside the bed; the sheets seemed clasped between his legs and wound about his body. There was something hideous in his immobility, which was not the repose of sleep." Soon after that morning Emily's grandmother, Mrs. Elliot, came to live at Ashley House, and through its wide dismantled rooms there passed whining draughts of greed & hatred...
...salon to receive Mr. Morrow's credentials, hear his speech and make reply. By coincidence, each spoke exactly 170 words, Mr. Morrow in English, President Calles in Spanish. President Calles asked Mr. Morrow to sit down for a few moments and converse-through an interpreter. Then the cavalcade wound back to the U. S. Embassy...
...operate, maintain, repair and supply the vessels of the fleet cost $163,000,000. And to administer this sum cost nearly half as much, or $77,500,000. ". . . For every dollar expended for repairs, it required that nearly four dollars be expended to make the repairs. . . ." Rear Admiral Magruder wound up with a consideration of Navy salaries, the need of enlisted men, uses to which decommissioned ships might be put. He concluded that economy and administrative reform could regenerate the Navy without burden to the taxpayers, "yet, as is ever the case, to reform requires a certain amount of ruthlessness...
...bureau files must be fed with questionnaires more and more and more inquisitive, according to "The Crimson," under threats of blacklisting the applicants; the latter must now, as the latest requirement, file pictures of themselves and a budget of their year's income and proposed expenditures. Whoever has been wound in coils of bureaucratic tape will sympathize with the Harvard newspaper's suggestion that the employment office assume "some Harvard indifference. Indifference to what is not its business...
...Missiroli, Communist, eying the passersby. It was night, but through the gloom Communist Missiroli descried the forms of Ettore Mury, Commander of the 81st Legion of the Fascist Militia, and Renzo Morigi, Secretary of the local Fascisti. As they strolled by, conversing earnestly, Communist Missiroli drew a gun, fired, wound- ing Signer Mury in the stomach, Signer Morigi...