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...appearance is the exact opposite of the common conception of a hangman; to see him in one of the local pubs drinking his pint of ale, one would think he was a farmer who had come to the village to sell his produce. One of his favorite jokes on meeting a person is to say, "What a lovely neck." I will never forget the shudder that went over me when he told me: "Ah, you are a large man, you would drop nicely." He told me one time that he was taught the trade by his father, who hanged himself...
...collegians at Amherst set the loo-year-old jingle to music and sang it over pots of ale, when they wanted to prove that they could walk a musical straight line. One of the many versions ran like this: In China there lived a little man His name was Chingery-ri-chan-chan, His feet were large and his head was small, And this little man had no brains...
Said Idler respecteth Bard Jonson--and bard Ursula--and being not of mind to destroy the aura of the era doth present said play unexpurgated. They do prove themselves Leatherheads, for they do Overdo said masque in Quarlous manner, guzzling ale in lien of Cokes, articulating so to Troubleall, and showing more than respectable Edgeworth of petticoat which scarce would Winwife, much lest two matriculated freshmen...
...customs an archaic hangover from the days of the Spaniards. To give the title of Excellency no longer is a prerogative of the state but of shoeshine boys who may use or abuse it at their will and the will of their clients." Said the moderate Risorgimento Liber ale: "Don't be angry, Eccellenza Nenni, but do you think it is wise to attack Neapolitan shoeshine boys, who also will have their share in elections, with a tendency towards socialism? . . . And do you know-Freud found that our indignation at a word or a contemptible action is in direct...
...Pops is called provincial, but in many respects, not including its programmes, it smacks of cosmopolitanism. At Harvard Night at the Pops on Monday, people sat at little green tables in a carnivalized Symphony Hall sipping claret lemonade, drinking Black Horse Ale, eating Hood's ice cream, satisfying the lusts of the palate along with the pleasures of the ear. They chattered through the waltzes and they stood for "Fair Harvard" and they were careless and relaxed all night in the lap of familiarity...