Word: bitting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...unlooked-for bit of spleen was vented by the Typographical Union, which denounced Father Charles Edward Coughlin of Detroit, radio preacher, for building his Shrine of the Little Flower with non-union labor, printing his tracts in non-union plants, advocating the open shop. The typographers asked the Federation "to find him no longer entitled to financial support from any trade unionist...
Coach Casey must have been a bit concerned just the same over the running weakness, for several shifts in the backfield are on the schedule for the Wildcat--last week it was the Bobcats--tilt. The one thing that everyone will be watching today is the ability of the Crimson outfit to gain consistently through the line. It seemed to us that the lightness of Bates' backs held the Lewiston outfit to a small yardage more than the play of the Harvard linemen. The little fellows were stopped by sheer weight...
...Conant's shyness, the big note in the Transcript's stories of last year, has not disappeared over the summer. Probably it has increased a bit, as the following piece of news should prove. Needing a secretary in his new job, President Conant was given the name of Vernon Munroe, '31. Vernon was summering on the Cape, when he received a call from Cambridge. The ensuing conversation was on this order...
...cinema studio where James Cagney is the dance director, Joan Blondell his affectionate secretary, Ruby Keeler his star tap-dancer, Dick Powell his best juvenile, Guy Kibbee his fenag-ling partner. Philip Faversham, son of famed William Faversham who was a matinee idol 30 years ago, has a bit, his second cinema part, as a frightened hoofer. The developments leading up to the dances and the NRA take too long and the line of rehearsing dancers which is their unvarying background grows monotonous; otherwise Footlight Parade is a good sample of its type. Songs: "Honeymoon Hotel," "Shanghai...
...take the air in fine weather. By the time brisk Mr. Browning appeared to lay siege to Miss Barrett's fluttering heart, Flush was almost a softy. He viewed Mr. Browning with alarm, did his best to break up the match. On two occasions Flush attacked him, bit his stalwart leg to no effect. A graceful realist, he saw the struggle was hopeless, admitted Mr. Browning to his friendship...