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...period during which an absentee may "sign off" for dining hall charges must be measured with sabbatical strictness. It is a petty injustice not to allow charges to be dropped for a shorter period, so that the tired student may rest from Friday to Tuesday in the bosom of his family in New Hampshire...
...their anxiety for scholarships, had much more liberal ideas than the Beaux Arts Architects about the proper way to run a costume ball. There was no débutante-encumbered Pageant. Costumes could be anything at all, and very little of that. Broadway took the Fakirs to its bosom, as did collegians and Greenwich Village girls. Popularity was the death of the Fakirs Ball It got so tough it had to be killed. There were battles royal on the ballroom-floor. Drunken youths played the hat & coat game in the cloakrooms. Chorus girls had their clothes torn off. Somebody shattered...
...saints that Ilarion peddles through the countryside. The two set off. On the theory that "it is better if one lives . . . than if one does nothing but regard the lives of other people," they have little to do with each other at first. Before the book ends they are bosom friends. Ilarion makes for towns to peddle his pictures in; Wanderluster Baerlein devotes most of his attention to ancient legends and modern lassies...
...sentiment. He has builded his key in three parts, which together make a gesture of hospitality; and severally, prove to be a corkscrew, a pencil, and a comb. These adjuncts begin their work where other keys leave off. The corkscrew takes its guest past the portals to the very bosom the city, the pencil enshrines names and telephone numbers in his address-book, and the comb wishes him God-speed the morning after...
...Manhattan penthouse (see p. 25). A yodler, a tap dancer and a funnyman did clipped, automatic turns but there was still an "added attraction," sparsely advertised. After the newsreel the curtain went up again, showed a dumpy, henna-haired old lady standing perched on a platform, her immense bosom shining with sequins as the Old Lady hesitated, looked at the words she had written on a paper before her, began a little gingerly to sing the first staccato notes of the Caro Nome from Rigoletto...