Word: yonders
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...fine day. Much oblige, Heavenly Father. The sun shines so pretty. The purtes thang. . . . Hush, son, you talkin like a fool. Hush now, son, old boy. . . . Pore old Capm man. Pore old hoppin and cussin rascal. Make bricks all summer. . . . And, Heavenly Father, who art up yonder, all we got now is bricks. Mom and Violet and Macon and Big Sister and me squattin in corners munchin a brick apiece. Not eem gravy or sweetenin either. . . . Hello, Tooter. How you? . . . Oh, kissin runs in our family. . . . Hello, Shackle. Hidy-do, good-lookin. How you? Oh, I'm all right...
...Look, look!" cried Alice pointing eagerly, "there's White Rabbit running across the country. He came flying out of the woods over yonder--He doesn't look very happy...
...Dallas, Tex., police picked up a shaggy-haired young man they found on the street late at night, dressed only in long cotton underdrawers. At headquarters he explained: "I'm Heckter. I hail from up yonder by Weldon, Ark. One night maw was reading to me out of a book and she come across a sign that said somethin' about how you can learn to be a great singer from a teacher in Dallas. Maw made me a pretty new shirt, give me some money and showed me the road to git on comin' this...
...offered an unusual treat: an adventure story that was not only dramatic but made good sense. Author B. Traven's tale even had the kind of moral that Hollywood likes-"The glittering treasure you are hunting for day & night lies buried on the other side of that hill yonder"-even if its ending was too ruthlessly realistic for Hollywood's taste. The Treasure of the Sierra Madre is a story of prospecting for gold; it differs from other treasure-seeking tales chiefly in its air of authenticity, its soberly factual setting...
...Harvard's demi-monde with its forgetting. High school heroes and prep school might-have-beens assure each other of what they might be doing now. Beacon Hill-climbers rub their barked shins unseen and unmolested. Literary figures of other days talk stridently of what they could be writing. Yonder the Great Lover is educating Radcliffe, while a nearby group of almost-clubmen watch him with scornful interest. Frustration wanders quietly from booth to booth, barely perceptible through the fumes of smoke and noise and liquor...