Word: tore
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Craigenputtock and Wilheim Meister--the rough, wild, churlish island upon which Johnson drew the carriage shade before an indignant Boswell, and the balanced periods of a great German classicist--these were the opposing forces which shaped the life of Thomas Carlyle. The land tore the veils from his vision, made him a poet and a seer--the other involved him in a nebulous World-Idea and a style of tortured courage. Never did one man, and a lone Scotchman, strive to embody in himself ideals so contradictory--guessing like a child about Mirabeau, about Lafayette, and guessing rightly, but struggling...
...thirds of the items on French and German tariff lists, the treaty has stabilized rates on these items. Last week Germany and France amended their Treaty of 1927 to permit either party to raise or lower all but a few rates on 15 days notice. Thus they all but tore up a document hailed when it was signed as a. great stabilizer of European trade. Still more ominously they adopted a new interpretation of the so-called "most favored nation clause," which virtually tears that...
Accompanying The Spirit of the Dance to the cellar went Gwen Lux's Eve, while Manhattan's art world ranted, tore its hair. Said Roxy: "Mrs. Rockefeller may like them. Mr. Rockefeller may like them. . . . But I don't like them. I think they're ugly. Take them away...
...having President Cohu's undated resignation placed in care of Avco Board Chairman William Averell Harriman, just in case. For several weeks matters went smoothly, and one day - the story goes - when Cord, Cohu & Harriman were riding in a taxicab, Cord asked Banker Harriman for the resignation, tore it up. When hostilities reopened, he bitterly regretted his impulse...
...blue alarm clock. One day last month his wife noticed that a spider, which she described as a "tiny black dot," had somehow got between the face and the glass. From minute hand to hour hand the insect stretched and tethered its silky strands. The hands moved on, tore them asunder. Next hour the spider tried again; again the hands revolved, destroyed. The spider was still trying when the alarm sounded next morning. Friends & neighbors came to watch as day by day the hands grew fusty with gossamer. Each night C. C. Thompson wound the clock, slept, woke...