Word: shone
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...houses, spring was beginning to stir. Robins and forsythia blossoms appeared in Prospect Park. From Red Hook to Canarsie the sound of baseball bats flung to the pavement and the scuffing of feet skedaddling after fly balls could be heard in nearly every block. At Ebbets Field, the infield shone emerald-green for next week's opening game. Everything was in order but the Dodgers-and because of them there was little joy in Brooklyn...
...shone brightly and ice melted on the Wannsee last week, the bottom fell out of the coal black market. The professionals, most of whom had saved little, tried frantically to muscle in on the vegetable business, which was already tightly organized. But Klaus, who had regularly sent money to his family, calmly prepared for his law exams. A TIME correspondent asked him how he felt about studying law half the time and breaking it the other half. Said ex-Paratrooper Klaus, with impudence but not entirely without reason...
...week's end the winds were beginning to blow. Between showers the sun shone fitfully and there was a moon for night plowing. As Eire's farmers drove their spades deep into the soggy earth, Eire's priests prayed for the fine weather to hold. "A grand campaign of prayer and work will save us," said Patrick Collier, Bishop of Ossory...
...light had shone from one of history's great treasure houses, which was a library and a school as well. In the school, the oldest in Christendom, Saint Thomas Aquinas was once a pupil. In the library, which included unique manuscripts of Tacitus, Apuleius and Varro, such Renaissance scholars as Giovanni Boccaccio browsed and pilfered. Adalhard, Charlemagne's cousin, became a monk at Monte Cassino. So did Paul the Deacon, to whom Charlemagne wrote, in a letter, a phrase which epitomizes the abbey: Est nam certa quies fessis venientibus illuc-"For there is certain rest for the weary...
...lower slopes of the Green Mountains, the snow was almost gone. As the dazzling sun shone through the sugar bushes (maple groves), it glinted on some 3,000,000 tin buckets hanging on the grey trees. This week, as the weather turned warm, the groves tinkled with the "plunk plunkplunk plunkplink" of maple sap dropping into the buckets. "Dollars droppin'," Vermonters said, as they paused to listen. It was sugaring time...