Word: bleakness
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Fifteen miles from Atlanta rises the bleak face of Stone Mountain. Weather-beaten tool houses and engineers' shacks balance precariously on its summit; ladders, derricks, remnants of scaffolding cling to its flank. Two sculptors have blasted and worried a hole in its face into a semblance of General Robert E. Lee on his horse, Traveller. They have left a pile of granite debris at its base which Quarryman San Venable of Atlanta, former owner of Stone Mountain, declares will take five years to remove. To Stone Mountain there returned last week Gutzon Borglum, carver of mountains...
Toscanini's début was like a breath of warm invigorating spring blowing from his sunny Milan through the bleak Cosimaridden atmosphere of the Sacred Hill. His name and fame hung out the "Ausverkauft" (sold-out) sign in the Festspielhaus long before the first performance. His brilliant Tannhäusers and sublime Tristans outshone even the Parsifals of so great an oldtime Wagnerian as Karl Muck whose conducting has been one of the few bright spots of recent festivals. The German orchestra with which Toscanini worked, whose language he did not know, grumbled at first over the almost...
Rolling in the grey North Atlantic swell, His Majesty's sloop Harebell and the steamer Dunara Castle lay off the bleak precipitous island of St. Kilda last week. Plunging out through the surf. Royal Navy lifeboats carried to the Harebell 35 passengers, the entire population of St. Kilda, which the Harebell's precise commander reported thus: Men, able bodied...
...harbor). Left behind were hundreds of other sheep, too wild to catch, hidden away in the island caves with the seamews and the puffins. Reason for the exodus: St. Kilda's new owner, the Marquess of Ailsa and the British Labor Government had both decided that bleak St. Kilda is unfit for human habitation. Said Lord Ailsa's son, Archibald Kennedy, Earl of Cassillis...
Ella Wendel lives in the bleak red brick house that stands on the corner of Fifth Avenue and 39th Street, across the street from the (soon-to-pass) Union League Club, one block down from the Public Library, one block up from the famed department store of Lord & Taylor. All day shoppers pass the house by tens of thousands, glance curiously at the shuttered windows, the heavily barred front door. Not for 25 years have those windows or that door been opened. Only the side door is used. The house, which cost $5,000 to build, is assessed today...