WHIL (91.3 FM) is an NPR-affiliated radio station in Mobile, Alabama. It primarily features classical music and news and talk programming. WHIL's signal travels in about a 45-mile radius from Mobile--serving the extreme southern tip of Alabama along the state's portion of the Gulf Coast (and some counties to the north, in southwestern Alabama), as well as the Gulf Coast counties of southeastern Mississippi and extreme northwestern Florida.
Until 2011, the station maintained studios on the campus of Spring Hill College, a Jesuit institution that started the station and held the broadcast license.
On July 1, 2011, WHIL-FM discontinued operations as a stand-alone station, having been acquired by the University of Alabama to serve as a local affiliate for its Alabama Public Radio network.
Women Handball International League, also known as Czech-Slovak Interliga, is a supranational championship created in 2002 that serves as the highest women's handball league in the Czech Republic and Slovakia. Following the end of the championship the four best-placed teams from each country play separate play-offs to determine the national champions. The inaugural edition was also contested by Hypo Niederösterreich from Austria.
The number of teams in the WHIL has ranged from eleven in 2005 and 2009 to fourteen in 2011. As of the 2013-14 season, it is currently contested by twelve teams - eight from the Czech Republic and four from Slovakia. After Austria's win in its only appearance, Slovakia dominated the following six seasons, while the Czech Republic has won all four editions since 2010. Iuventa Michalovce is the most successful team in the competition with four titles, followed by Slavia Prague and Slovan Duslo Šaľa with two.
Usage examples of "whil".
For if that which is shameful, be not the only true evil that is, thou also wilt be driven whilest thou doest follow the common instinct of nature, to avoid that which is evil, to commit many unjust things, and to become a thief, and anything, that will make to the attainment of thy intended worldly ends.
The Queen whilest shee did wash her handes, one that caried the golden bason, receyued therin the water, that it might not fall agayne into the reassuming fountaine: and the other with the Ewrie, powred in as much sweete water as was borne away, because that the fountaine shoulde not be emptie, and hyndered in hys course.
And shortly of this proces for to trete, So doghty was hir housbonde and eek she, That they conquered manye regnes grete In the orient, with many a faire citee, Apertenaunt unto the magestee Of Rome, and with strong hond held hem ful faste, Ne nevere myghte hir foomen doon hem flee, Ay whil that Odenakes dayes laste.
The fires brenne upon the auter cleere, Whil Emelye was thus in hir preyere.
Upon his beere ay lith this innocent Biforn the chief auter, whil masse laste, And after that, the abbot with his covent Han sped hem for to burien hym ful faste, And whan they hooly water on hym caste, Yet spak this child, whan spreynd was hooly water, And song "O Alma redemptoris mater.
With that the foole, which did that end awayte,Came running in, and whilest on ground he lay,Laide heauy hands on him, and held so strayte,That downe he kept him with his scornefull sway,So as he could not weld him any way.
He wayteth whan the constable was aweye And pryvely upon a nyght he crepte In Hermengyldes chambre whil she slepte.
Whilest thus they busied were bout Florimell,And boastfull Braggadochio to defame,Sir Guyon as by fortune then befell,Forth from the thickest preasse of people came,His owne good steed, which he had stolne, to clame.
Whom so dismayd when Cambell had espide,Againe he droue at him with double might,That nought mote stay the steele, till in his sideThe mortall point most cruelly empight:Where fast infixed, whilest he sought by slightIt forth to wrest, the staffe a sunder brake,And left the head behind: with which despightHe all enrag'd, his shiuering speare did shake,And charging him a fresh thus felly him bespake.
And so bifel, that after the thridde cours Whil that htis kyng sit thus in his nobleye, Herknynge hise mynstrals hir thynges pleye Biforn hym at the bord deliciously, In at the halle dore al sodeynly Ther cam a knyght, upon a steede of bras, And in his hand a brood mirour of glas, Upon his thombe he hadde of gold a ryng, And by his syde a naked swerd hangyng.
For me think hit not semly, as hit is soth knawen, Ther such an askyng is heuened so hy3e in your sale, Tha3 yghe yghourself be talenttyf, to take hit to yourseluen, Whil mony so bolde yow aboute vpon bench sytten, That vnder heuen I hope non ha3erer of wylle, Ne better bodyes on bent ther baret is rered.
For that same vile Enchauntour Busyran,The very selfe same day that she was wedded,Amidst the bridale feast, whilest euery manSurcharg'd with wine, were heedlesse and ill hedded.
For al swich thyng was yeven us in oure byrthe, Deceite, wepyng, spynnyng, God hath yeve To wommen kyndely whil they may lyve.
But for noon hope for to fare the bet, But for to obeye unto youre herte free, And for to maken othere be war by me, As by the whelp chasted is the leoun, Right for that cause and that condlusioun Whil that I have a leyser and a space, Myn harm I wol confessen, er I pace.
Whilest she her selfe thus busily did frame,Seemely to entertaine her new-come guest,Newes hereof to her other sisters came,Who all this while were at their wanton rest,Accourting each her friend with lauish fest:They were two knights of perelesse puissance,And famous far abroad for warlike gest,Which to these Ladies loue did countenaunce,And to his mistresse each himselfe stroue to aduaunce.