Word: clouding
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With each team defeated once and tied once, the two elevens seem to be nearly on a par. Andover and Exeter have been the only common opponents of both, and the relative strength of the two yearling outfits is shrouded in a cloud of 6's and 2's. Andover downed the Harvard 1930 men, 6 to 0, and lost to Yale 2 to 0, while Exeter, after tying the Blue 6 to 6, fell before Harvard...
...Franklin, N. C., one Harry Sorelle, driver of an ox team, fell out of his wagon, held on to the lines, was dragged down a dirt road. Dust sprayed from the rapid hoofs of the oxen, rose from his body in a cloud, filled his nose, mouth, eyes, throat. He dropped the lines, lay gasping in the road for a moment, then, after a terrible convulsion, stopped breathing. The coroner reported death by smothering...
...anyone who so accused her was attempting to blacken her reputation the defense now turns a complete somersault and tacitly admitting the possibility, even the probability, of such a move, argues that the action does not constitute a crime. Socrates himself could not have more cleverly retreated from a cloud of threatening evidence; even Gratian would have been forced to admire the constitutional genius who prepared the briefs for the case. No matter what the eventual outcome is (and with this latest coup an imminent outcome grows even less likely) one may well congratulate the chief of the Four-square...
...dissatisfaction with the party in power. Responsible for the hope of the Democrats in Indiana, is a story filled like a cinema with incredible wild flashes . . . a searchlight fumbling over an army of marchers in white hoods . . . an airplane with a gilded nose tilting out of a cloud . . . a bed in a poor house, something dead on the bed . . . old checks, thumb-marked, rubber-stamped, checks for enormous sums made out in furtive or in precise or pompous or illiterate calligraphies to a person named "Stephenson". . . . A man hissing through the disinfected bars of a prison cell a word...
...just at the moment being a forecaster is hard enough. What with Yale and Dartmouth. Princeton and Navy, etc., I become convinced that the forecaster's heyday is the first two weeks in October. Most forecasters, that is. But not I. "The blacker the cloud, the silverer the lining," was graven on the Forecast coat of arms centuries ago when the first Baron Forecast was Lord High Grave-Digger in Waiting for the wives of Henry VIII. And that's the way I am. So paste these in you hat until you read your Sunday papers...