Word: bloomerism
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Coach Gilmour Dobie, bloomer from Cornell, permitted himself the hitherto undreamed of liberty of stating that Cornell would win. Possibly he was indulging himself in sarcasm. Penn's hard eleven beat Cornell's softer eleven a little worse than expected...
...left alive. They put away a bottle of Burgundy from which the Last Man should drink a toast to his dead comrades. They decided that in their dining-hall there would be 34 chairs, even when most of those chairs should hold no occupant. And they appointed Mrs. Samuel Bloomer, widow of the Company's color sergeant to be custodian of their battle flag...
...last week's dinner Mrs. Bloomer had draped with black and ornamented with bouquets 31 of the 34 chairs. The three men who remained decided that this would be their last meeting, feeling, perhaps, that none of them might be left alive when July 21 should have arrived again. So they brought out the bottle of Burgundy and stood stiffly erect while Peter Hall gave the toast: "Men love their country now, but our dead comrades loved "it most." The Last Dinner of the Last Man's Club was history...
...This plot is from Ernest Pascal's Egypt. Billie Dove as Egypt Hagen, society type girl, smokes, drinks and goes bad with six times the diligence of any possible society girl, determined to go to hell just as fast as she can get there. Reverend Norman Lodge (Raymond Bloomer) sidetracks her into his parish house. Preacher Lodge is convincing and that is all which can be said for the picture...
...death in 1892, Mr. Kipling was a crusty young gazetteer from Lahore, just beginning to capture a world-wide audience of greater enthusiasm than discrimination. And when a successor to harmless old Alfred Austin was needed in 1913, Poet Kipling was already an anachronism. Moreover, the one sorry "bloomer" that Laureate Austin had committed-a headlong paean to celebrate the Jameson Raid in South Africa (1896)-was directly traceable to the Kipling virus...