Word: bo
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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There are many other interesting rhymes : one about the three foxes, who had no stockings or soxes, but kept their handkerchiefs in cardboard boxes ; about rice pudding ; about Little Bo Peep and Little Boy Blue (they loved each other) ; about the Doormouse and the Doctor (they hated each other) : about four animals - elephant, lion, goat, snail - who were friends. With every rhyme there are pictures by E. H. Sheppard which are better than the rhymes if you like pictures better...
Boston College ought to beat Centenary with more or less ease, despite the publicity gained by "Bo" McMillan's team. It is apparently not realized that McMillan is coaching, not playing. A McMillan coached team is a drawing card which will probably nearly fill Braves Field, but the spectators will probably see the Eagle fly high once more. If Darling is absnt, however, the Eagle fliers may need a parachute...
Southward, Valparaiso and Center Colleges wrangled into a pointless tie. Center is but a wraith of the little giantess she was in the day of "Bo" McMillan, her bold, brash back of two seasons...
...virtue, piety and poverty. The music. The libretto offers but scant opportunity to the dramatic composer. There is little agitated action, no clamor, no shooting. Consequently the music is calm, unruffled, graceful, cleverly scored. While it cannot touch Olympian heights, it remains colorful and suave. The performance. Ina Boúrskaya, as the heroine, injected as much warmth into her role as it could hold, presented what is called an "appealing" figure. Leon Rothier carried dignity and power to the figure of the beggar-father. Thalia Sabanieva, timid in her acting, sang with a certain restrained charm. Louis Hasselmans conducted...
...letter from the grave helps Jazz-Bo spring some Georgia camp meeting stuff on the Republican National Committee, and Henry Lincoln Johnson, who eased himself in as National Committeeman in 1920, walks off again with the prize cake. 'Can he strut . . . that's what he never does nothing else...