Word: yonder
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, field-mice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thorn Malone? Can't hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won't moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. A tale told of Shaun or Shem? All Livia's daughter-sons. Dark hawks hear us. Night! Night! My ho head halls. I feel as heavy as yonder stone. Tell me of John or Shaun? Who were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night...
...Victor Moore, if that's what you mean. Excuse me if I go ahead with my dressing," said this Federal Theatre Macbeth, pulling on a pair of Harvardesque flannels. "My high school public awaits me yonder, precious hussies. And I've got a date tonight...
That chapter closes when engineers blow up the levee to save New Orleans, and the convict, the woman and the baby have to move on again. Six weeks from the time he had been washed away, the convict gets back to the place where his journey began. "Yonder's your boat, and here's the woman," he tells the deputy sheriff. "But I never did find that bastard on the cotton house." The deputy and the warden repeating "Them convicts," slap another ten years on his sentence for trying to escape...
...tolerance, patience and sympathy that he had drawn to him the ungrudging regard and affection of all men who came within the radius of his genial influence." Stumbling through his speech, Minority Leader Snell observed: "No worthier nor more dauntless friend nor foe than Joe Byrns ever smiled across yonder dividing aisle." Late that afternoon a funeral train, with 60 Representatives and 14 Senators aboard, rolled out of Washington, bearing all that was mortal of Joe Byrns back to Tennessee for a second funeral service. Ten minutes behind it in a special train rode President Roosevelt, accompanied by Secretary Hull...
...baby, nobody attending her during hours of labor; nobody by her side then except that man who walked yonder in the war valley where the poppies somehow give off a new blood color to the taproot and make it redder by virtue of the selfsame blood that gave this country birth. And this morning she is there in that manger. Why, she has been feeding all of her babies on oatmeal soup for a week, please God, with the aid of her husband while she lies there without any sort of comfort whatever...