Word: downpours
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Internal Revenue Building was laid last week. Secretary Mellon, of course, was the official mason. It was raining, and he had to lean out from under a canopy to make the historic trowel strokes. Cameramen liked the pose and begged him, stooped over and splashed by the downpour, to "hold it." Always obliging, Mr. Mellon "held it" while the photographers jostled and squirmed for good positions...
...play. One group from Denver gave a horrific vignette by Eugene O'Neill in which a white couple and a Negro are shown adrift on a raft in tropic seas. Another Denver company chose for its dramatic locale a rainswept bit of Maine seacoast where the incessant downpour drove a bedraggled housewife insane, sent her out to follow the fancied ghost of a long-dead lover. Actors from Dayton, Ohio, were concerned with Zanzibar. Three Manhattan companies dealt, respectively, with Japan, Petrograd, the Crystal Caverns...
...downpour engulfed them on the way down Pennsylvania Avenue. Sodden and drippy were bunting and flags. But spectators in the stands, huddling under newspapers and umbrellas, cheered plentifully nevertheless. From an upstairs window along the way, Dr. Arthur James Barton, southern Baptist, Chairman of the National Executive Committee of the Anti-Saloon League of America, and a band of prohibitors representing 29 other national organizations-the U. S. Drys, Consolidated (see p. 16)-looked down upon their Wet-Dry President with great satisfaction...
...seaplanes, flying so high they looked like a pair of mating canvas backs, hummed over the reedy bays, bound for Hampton Roads from Philadelphia. Off New Point Comfort they slanted down. The sky was scowling, muttering. Angry lightnings flickered. The Bay began to hiss and crackle under a heavy downpour. The thunder raised its shouts to a cannonade...
...downpour of especial violence preceded the parade to the post. Then the King, standing in the Earl of Derby's box, the Prince, ensconced at the Valentine's Brook jump, the cheered host, others of high and low degree saw the sun burst through the clouds, do its belated best. Thirty-seven horses started the agonizing 4½-mile chase. Over stone fence, green hedge, wide ditch and stream, they charged. One by one, sweating, steaming animals with bloodshot eyes found themselves wanting; fell, pitching heartbroken men onto tough shoulderblades. Only seven horses came to the last hurdle...