Crossword clues for kol
Kol is a genus of alvarezsaurid theropod dinosaur from the Late Cretaceous of Mongolia. The type specimen was excavated from the Ukhaa Tolgod locality of the Djadochta Formation, dating to about 75 million years ago. It is believed to have been about twice the size of the contemporary Shuvuuia. However, unlike Shuvuuia, which is known from many well preserved specimens, and although Ukhaa Tolgod has been thoroughly explored, Kol is known only from one complete foot, suggesting that it must have been relatively rare in that ecosystem.
The binomial name Kol ghuva comes from the Mongolianköl, "foot" and ghuv-a, "beautiful."
Because of the incomplete nature of the type specimen (catalog number IGM 100/2011), the exact relationship of Kol to other alvarezsaurids has been difficult to determine. However, Kol shows an extreme arctometatarsalian condition of the foot bones, in which the middle metatarsal is severely pinched between the outer bones (usually considered an adaptation for fast running, also seen in ornithomimosaurs and tyrannosaurs). This suggests that it was more advanced than primitive alvarezsaurids which lacked this foot structure, like Alvarezsaurus and Patagonykus. It was probably more closely related to contemporary Mongolian species.
Usage examples of "kol".
Central India, the Kols, Gonds, Bhils, and others which have certain characteristics of the Mongolian, but with skins almost as dark as the Negro, and the full eye of the Caucasian.
The former comprise the Juangs, Kharrias, Mundas, Bhumij, Ho or Larka Kols, Santals, Birhors, Korwas, Kurs, Kurkus or Muasis, Bhils, Minas, Kulis.
His boots were polished to a glossy finish, to the credit of the bootboy, not because Kol took an interest.
Thoroughly confused, he wrote to his good friend the Kabalist Kolmer in Baghdad for an explanation.
It should be explained at this point that the question which Kolmer was answering happened to be not philosophical but personal.
I was drinking black coffee from a Thermos lid and Kid Kolmer was eating a fried egg sandwich because he could never wait until lunch time.
So did Kid Kolmer and the Ghost and Sparky Latimer and Diamond Jim, we always called him that because he wore such ratty clothes.
Kid Kolmer tried to look brave, but he was hurting, you could see it, and it was about to get worse.
Kid Kolmer was in and out, heavy-lidded with pain, unable to think about much else.
Not once, since I was maybe five years old, did I stay away from the Kol Nidre service.
She envisioned the beautiful smile on his face, the tears in his eyes, if he could have seen Jolson wrapped in his tallith sing Kol Nidre in the synagogue.
The men had left work early to give them time to bathe, change into holiday clothes, dine, and still get to the synagogue before sundown when the chanting of Kol Nidre ushered in the Holy Day.
Normally she did not mind, but tonight she had promised to baby-sit across the street for Liz Marcus so she could go to the Kol Nidre service.
They had been manufactured in the factory system of Kol Huro, seven planets totally devoted to turning out defense systems and starships for a petty and vicious tyrant vanquished by the Republic fifteen years ago.
Kolmer, meanwhile, dispatched a letter to him answering a previous question.