Word: 90s
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Another figure in the tournament was John D. Ames, blond son of Knowlton L. ("Snake") Ames (sinuous Princeton quarterback of the strenuous '90s), who lost to Watts Gunn in the second round but was elected president of the Intercollegiate Golf Association...
When Christian K. Nelson was graduated from Nevada University just before the War, he went back to Onawa, Iowa, to work in his father's candy store and ice cream parlor. The family had come from Denmark in the '90s and this confectionery business meant their prosperity. Christian dished out bulk ice cream with chocolate flavor; sold packages of brick ice cream and bars of chocolate. Thus came the idea of a chocolate bar filled with ice cream, that is, a stick of brick ice cream coated with chocolate. Russell Stover, Omaha ice cream maker, said that...
...years red-blooded U. S. college athletes have thrilled to the classic vaunt: "I'd die for dear old Rutgers." All that was golden about the glorious '90s is bound up in those few quiet words. According to legend, they were uttered after he had broken his leg in the Princeton game by Philip M. Brett, Rutgers football captain in 1891, now a Manhattan attorney. But last week the Rutgers Alumni Monthly robbed Mr. Brett of his glory. Legend was wrong, said the Monthly, in a few particulars. Mr. Brett did not break his leg. Mr. Brett said...
...Post of the Yellow '90s was little flimsier than its Denver contemporaries, excepting the historic Rocky Mountain News. The latter's name alone was sufficient to carry it through the jamboree that followed Mr. Tammen's advent, and until 1913 it was in the able hands of Sen. Thomas M. Patterson. But all other Denver papers soon wilted. As soon as the Post began to pay, which was very soon, Gambler Bonfils appeared upon the scene to collaborate with Bartender Tammen in one of the most prodigious campaigns for circulation in the history of journalism. They imported from Publisher Hearst...
...morning of the early '90s tenants of the new Pulitzer Building in Manhattan noted a new face at the small cigar stand that crouched between two pillars of the lobby. They noted too that their cigars that morning had a softer feel, a fresher tang. David A. Schulte had begun business for himself and already was anticipating the contentment of his customers. They ought to appreciate fresh smokes, he had reasoned, and quick service and low prices. They did. Now D. A. Schulte Inc.'s retail stores number 300, many of them at locations he himself picked years...