Word: flanked
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Dates: during 1930-1930
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Then Dr. Anderson explained what Doc Dobbin had done to deserve the party. When he was five years old a dose of diphtheria germs was injected into Doc Dobbin's flank. Within a day, he felt sick. A week later when he had recovered he was given another dose. After the third injection, each succeeding dose was increased. At the end of three months, Doc Dobbin could stand ten times as much diphtheria poison as he had first received. He had formed substances in his blood to fight the germs. Laboratory men withdrew blood from Doc Dobbin...
Weeks of constant rain, constant seepings from the flooded river Saone had turned the interior of Fourviere to a quaking pudding. Earl)' in the week engineers reported danger of landslides to city authorities. At 1:15 in the morning people living on the flank of Fourviere heard a noise ''like the crack of doom" felt the world slip out beneath them...
...return of prohibitory powers, if any, to the States. Wet opinion shaded down through vague forms of modification and foxy redeterm-nations of "non-intoxicating" formulae to the timid "beer-&-light-wine" pleas at the other end of the line. Result: the Wet ranks moved forward obliquely, with one flank far in advance of the other...
...Republican Repealer. Prime example of the advance-flank Wet was furnished last June when New Jersey Republicans nominated Dwight Whitney Morrow, Ambassador to Mexico, for the U. S. Senate (TIME, June 30). Until he opened his primary campaign, Mr. Morrow had no public record on Prohibition. In his first address he declared for repeal of the 18th Amendment and return of the question to the States. Unlike numerous Wet demagogs in both parties who feast publicly on the bones of Dry mistakes, he did not rant and roar against Prohibition. He discussed it with cool-headed dispassion and dignity...
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...