Word: bleakness
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Welfare Island is a bleak platform rising out of a river on the east side of Manhattan and supporting on its scanty ledge a workhouse, two hospitals and a prison. Straight over the island sweeps the grey arch of Queensborough Bridge and across the bridge all day pass elevated trains, funeral carriages and people on foot. It is easy, standing on the bridge, to drop something down onto the island. Last week a man on the bridge threw away a tin tobacco...
...west side of the Loop facing the oily, murky Chicago River is not the most glamorous site in the world for the home of grand opera. Yet, Chicagoans had reason to be proud last week when it was announced that Samuel Insull had acquired a half block amid bleak, uncouth warehouses facing the grimy waters, where he intends to make rise the $7,500,000 monumental abode of the Chicago Civic Opera Company and create a midWest music Mecca. Perhaps Mr. Insull's plan is a lusty answer to the Babylo-American style skyscraper which Otto Hermann Kahn...
...ball. There was a dull thud. Later on, after the touchdown, there was a placement from the field, a field goal. Even the Crimson efforts of men with names like Chauncey and Saltonstall were not good enough to beat a Yale team which, in a game as bleak as the weather, unrolled victory from a net of fumbles and blocked kicks...
...cold and dismal in New Haven late Saturday night. The railroad station loomed bleak and cavernous, offering small comfort to the band of weary and discouraged Harvard supporters, which blew on its fingers and looked longingly up the track toward Boston. The Crimson had failed to flash in triumph, and here was a group who had suffered thereby, and who had to attend Monday morning classes in the Yard. But to do this meant something that was very much missing from the faithful at that moment...
...When we were flying over the polar regions in the Norge, I had this fact of progress deeply impressed upon me. I had but to regard the bleak wastes of snow and ice below me to visualize the unfortunate explorers of the past. Brave men had wasted their lives in crawling toward the Pole over the ice and snow and frozen drifts of this Arctic area which we were flying over in comfort at ten times their best speed! When I considered these explorers with their dogs and sleds and years of wasted effort, I felt almost guilty because...