Word: bitting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...very much. Maggie May was horrified and made him get a different job. Kip always accepted bribes, then arrested the briber, turned in the money to the office. He was also very successful at betraying dishonest colleagues. One of his bosses once told him: "Ye're a bit too gude for this worrld, young man; but ye'll have a fine time in the next one. I've nae doot." Even Author Sinclair calls his hero "a wet blanket, a killjoy, a spoilsport, a mollycoddle." "He had to be," explains Author Sinclair. You will probably...
...about him no such legends as those relating to Charles Townsend ("Copey") Copeland or bushy-lipped Professor George Harold Edgell of the Fine Arts Department, who sometimes goes bicycling in Edwardian shepherd's-plaid knickerbockers. Professor Murdock, son of Boston Banker Harold Murdock, is pleasant, humorless, sometimes a bit too easy to convince. His campus nickname: "Cotton-Top." It is told how a student of his named Sherwood, on the day of an examination, discovered that a lady of the same name (but no relation) had jumped from a window in Manhattan. Student Sherwood clipped the notice, bought...
...knows more about the Indians and their ancestors than Indians themselves know. He has a young son, Deric, who gets on well with Indians and has written a book about them.* The elder Nusbaum likes to go picking into dirty old caves, and if he finds a bit of painted pottery or a woven basket he is as happy as if he had found a chunk of turquoise in a matrix of silver. He docs not go nosing into an Indian's private affairs. If he happens to see a flask of harmless whiskey, he may tell the fellow...
Embezzler Wolf was not under arrest last week. He was living in a hotel under guard by Lloyd's detectives pending the insurance company's efforts to recover some of the securities from Wolf's brokers. "I'll be able to help quite a bit in checking everything up," he said...
...Bit by bit the woman's story came out. A handsome gentleman in a fine automobile had picked her up at 110th Street the day before, wined her, dined her, told her that he was City Editor Stanley Walker of the Herald Tribune. He had made an appointment with her for the following day, promised to show her the Herald Tribune's plant, go to dinner, the theatre, a night club. He had failed to appear...