Word: antly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Hulburd Johnston '29 of Chicago has been appointed manager of the Freshman crew, it was announced last night. William Wayne Neff '29 of Chicago was named to the assistant ant managership, and like Johnston, will receive his class numerals...
...Among those present were Miss Annie Sweeney of Railroad Avenue who was becoming in a neat little outfit of salmon georgette whose host for the evenings' merriment was none other than Lalapunta's pride, Anthony Hogginswifter, president of the Blah. But with no discourtesy intended the choice of old Ant as the boys call him, we feeel it only just to say that the treasurer of the university's humorous publication had the pick of the town. For his dainty young choice was Miss Cynthia Caredge daughter of Lalapunta's own, for her mother, Mrs. Caredge, was a foremost member...
...snakes); parrots, love birds, giant ground hornbills, fish eagles, secretary birds (snake-killers), brilliant plaintain-eaters, sun-birds and the paradise whydah (whose body is canary size with nine inches of tail); leopard tortoises, monitor lizards (which ravage crocodile nests, eat the eggs), armor-plated pangolins (scaly, ribbon-tongued ant-eater); pottos (small baboon). . . . "There is almost no limit to what might be found," but quality, not quantity, would be the collectors' object...
...good part of Harvard I knew, but where was Harvard? In the days that followed I passed through the yard, found it a larger and more handsome place than I had been led to expect; I entered many famous buildings; I sat in the Stadium and felt like an ant in a bath-tub. But where was Harvard? These were very important sections of it, and perhaps University 4 or Memorial Hall was nearest to the center of it, but where was the center, the essence of Harvard...
...great piazza before the Cathedral of Milan, black-shirted Fascists swarmed like a Titan ant horde, rejoicing militantly at the third anniversary of Fascismo's "bloodless" triumph. Round the motor car of Il Duce, Benito Mussolini, Fascists crowded in a tight packed mass-the quintessence of joyous adoration. Their leader's face, pale from recent ill health, lighted with an inextinguishable flame. Rising he cried: "Fascism has now broken down all dikes and overcome all obstacles . . . crushed its internal enemies. [Of] the currents abroad which are not resigned to our frontiers ... I must say that if tomorrow these...