Word: wreathes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...gesture, Nazi Rosenberg laid at Britain's cenotaph to her War dead a wreath marked with a swastika and bound with the imperial colors. Hardly was his back turned than some one snipped off the swastika. Shortly thereafter one Captain J. E. Sears removed the wreath itself, was fined 40 shillings in police court. Claridge's Hotel, where Nazi Rosenberg was staying, was in constant turmoil with Communists demonstrating outside the door, mysterious strangers distributing leaflets in the lobby...
...court and said: "I, Paganini, am not dead." He played none too well, and when Soprano Frieda Hempel did her old Jenny Lind act, she sang off pitch. But nobody minded, especially when Soprano Bori came forward. Soprano Bori that evening was Adelina Patti, dressed in crinoline, a wreath around her hair. "I, Adelina Patti." she said, "have a message for you from one of my much younger colleagues. Lucrezia Bori. The Metropolitan has been saved. . . . Lucrezia Bori thanks you." Well through the night the merriment went on. Royalty became democratic, went visiting around to the boxes where champagne corks...
...will perhaps be forgiven for reemphasizing the respective suggested cures; the Dean--abolition of the reading period, the CRIMSON--futility. In either instance a hint that the solution might long ago have been effected by shifting emphasis away from examinations would have plucked leaves from the victors wreath. The clubmen and the future revenues of Harvard are still safe. (Name withheld by request...
...crypt under the Garrison Church, now the Reichstag Building, Old Paul proposed to lay a wreath on the tomb of FREDERICK THE GREAT...
...background of steel struts, huge cranes, belching steam-engines, stinking box-cars, wood, sand, and concrete. Rough, eager workers with rugged, seamed faces, and stick-like limbs garbed in coarse cloth toil, sweat, wonder, learn, and finally succeed. The most industrious brigade is awarded a banner, the laurel wreath of the worker's state. There is no pomp or glitter, little enough of comfort, many primitive growls and grunts, but no oratory: the whole tone is rough, sodden, gray, inarticulate. The plot is of little or no moment--nay almost non-existent. The picture is too disjointed, too inchoate...