Word: yonder
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Here you will see a Pekinese pagoda made of fresh and crackly peanut brittle -there a snow-white marshmallow igloo -there a toothsome pink nougat in the Florentine manner, rich and delicious with embedded nuts. Yonder rears a clean pocket-size replica of heraldic Warwick Castle-yonder drowses a nausey old nance. . . . And there a hot little hacienda, a regular enchilada conqueso with a roof made of rich red tomato sauce, barely lifts her long-lashed lavender shades on the soul of old Spanish days...
...smoke of Waterloo was writing Napoleon's finish, a British officer, sighting the French leader, rushed up to Wellington, told him that Napoleon and his staff were standing yonder, asked that the artillery take a shot at him. Said the Duke of Wellington: "It is not the business of commanders to be firing upon each other...
Once the seamstress saw Lincoln bend gently over his wife, take her by the arm and lead her to the window. "Pointing to the battlements of the Insane Asylum . . ." he said, "Mother, do you see that large white building on the hill yonder? Try and control your grief, or it will drive you mad, and we may have to send you there." And all the while, "like a drug for her tortured nerves, she indulged in her orgies of buying things . . . things she could never use, for which she could never hope to pay." In four months she bought...
...rifle's rusty And I don't know but what he's right, If he'd inspect my pick and shovel, He'd always find them shining bright.* > The Air Corps now has an official song: Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun; Here they come zooming to meet our thunder, At 'em boys, give 'er the gun! . . . With scouts before and bombers galore Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!* > The Infantry song is still: The Infantry, the Infantry with dirt behind their ears...
...General Tooey [Carl] Spaatz, of the Air Corps, recently back from London, goes around wearing some tweedy thing that he picked up over yonder, and the town is full of rank and importance and anyone less than a Major is practically an Okie. But they all go around pretending to be grocers, morticians. . . . The odd part of it is that . . . Army officers in mufti, as a rule, look as if they had just crossed the continent by day coach in a slow train and hadn't undressed for a week...