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Never has more mud been pumped, slushed, squirted and squooshed, and I beg to report that the Connecticut clam is far mightier than the slush pump. Needless to say, it will take many years for TIME to regain my confidence after this disappointing experience...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Sep. 17, 1945 | 9/17/1945 | See Source »

...even after death with your souls." When he heard the news of his son's death in battle, his only visible emotion was to crush a flower bud in his hand. He held out against surrender. Before committing harakiri, he wrote a farewell to his Emperor ("I humbly beg . . . pardon ... for my great sins") and a poem...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Honorable Suicides | 8/27/1945 | See Source »

Such in brief is my report on the academic year which ends this afternoon. Some of you with grave responsibility for war and postwar affairs heavy on your shoulders may feel that I have been speaking of relatively trivial academic matters. If so, I beg to differ. Universal education is the great instrument created by American democracy to secure the foundations of a republic of free men. Our colleges and universities are an integral part of this system which has no equivalent in other lands. We are more closely linked to the national life, I believe, than the corresponding institutions...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Conant's Address Heralds Buck Committee's Report | 6/28/1945 | See Source »

...beg to correct your impression (printed in the SERVICE NEWS) that our crew had been defeated in the recent Charles River regatta. The result of the race, which can be obtained in the May 25 issue of the Radcliffe News or from any of the official judges, was a conclusive victory for Radcliffe...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Mail | 6/5/1945 | See Source »

...Good Old Days. "Ah," he murmured, "there used to be a keg of beer on every Sack, and everyone was always Headleying over for a re-fill. Nobody toed the Marks--they really Raiszed the roof. And with a Goodman often hard to find, the Poon still would beg, "Trager a good pitcher for another stein." They could really Hendel the ball. Those Crimeds were ball-players, and they still are. The Poon'll Lewis: Singer song...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Hu Flung Flings 'Em | 5/11/1945 | See Source »

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