Word: arens
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Join Mr. A. C. B. in the query, "Why? ? ? ? Why the bell?" Is it to awaken certain employees? Isn't the college aware that we have such things as alarm-clocks; that they can be had for as little as sixty-nine cents? Aren't the Powers Above aware that this nuisance is deleterious to the health? In my own case, I get one less hour of sleep each night. Think, too, of the psychological effect. It's like having a cannon go off outside your window! It usually spoils my whole morning, and I am sure...
...Would it help my records sell in Cambridge if I told you that I think all Harvard men are nice?" asked Ramona, star on the Paul Whiteman program at the Keith-Boston theatre this week, as she was interviewed by the CRIMSON last night. "I hope they aren't as hard to please as the audiences we've been trying to please in Boston. In Baltimore a week ago we had really remarkable success, but up here it's one hard job arousing enthusiasm in a bunch of highbrow codfish...
...slowly that by 1933 even England's Queen Mary, who never misses a Wimbledon tournament, had the impression that it had taken phenomenally long. After he beat Vines last spring, Crawford was presented to the King & Queen at Wimbledon. Said the Queen: "You're 29, aren't you?" Said Crawford: "No, your Majesty...
...weeks the Administration has been split on the wisdom of pressing ahead with the U. S. public works program. One group, led by Budget Director Douglas, argued thus: "Natural recovery has started. There is no sense in piling up a large and unnecessary debt for projects that aren't really needed. Inflation has so boosted costs that $3,300,000,000 will build much less than it would two months ago and hence a reduced effect from such spending. Most States & cities do not really relish the idea of going into debt for 70% of a project just...
...guest was Harriman. To see for himself, the proprietor went upstairs, found "Mr. Thomas" in bed, and got nothing but denials from the old gentleman. While they were talking, a loud knock announced the arrival of Inspector King of the Nassau County police, summoned thither by the reporter. "Aren't you Mr. Harriman?" he demanded abruptly. "No, I am Mr. Thomas," was the reply. But lying on the window sill was a hat bearing the initials "J. W. H." on the sweatband. Noting this, the Inspector strode from the room, telephoned the Manhattan police...