Word: boughs
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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With the crew of the Kingsway, however, Mrs. Battice was not so unpopular. Bough, tough, deep-water tars though they were, they had to admit that her feminine touch made the ship more homelike. Waldemar Karl Badke, towheaded German, "donkeyman,"* got on especially well with her. Every one aboard, including Mr. Battice, knew that they were great friends. Mrs. Battice even drew the fact to her husband's attention, one day when Africa was still many dawns beyond the hot horizon. Mr. Battice strolled on deck to ask a shipmate for the loan of a razor...
...mouths buried in hymn books, veiled in handkerchiefs, courteously concealed by immobility and cupped fingers, rose a sound. "H-s-s-ssss." Dr. Wark paid no attention. Ear- lier in the morning a janitor had cut down a straw effigy, bearing a distant resemblance to Dr. Wark, from the bough of a campus tree...
...sapling, there is a limit to vandalism and that, in the philodendronic sense, is the bark or outer periphery of an Ibis tree. The poor old Ibis has done enough to hurt her breed in the last few days without becoming dispossessed of her perch upon the Ibis bough. Unlike Horace who was quite selfish when his famous tree fell, the CRIMSON worries more about the tree than the fact that its fall hurt no one but the reputation of him, who in the dark of night, saw fit to saw the Ibis tree. Such gestures should remain the prerogative...
Which reminds me that there is a new book of verses underneath the bough and all that sort of thing on sale at the University Book Store, that last haven for so many Harvard bards and books. And I have read the book and find it excellent. Never in months have I been so certain that a goose could lay a golden egg. And all this because I could not see one funny line in the whole work except those which...
...Lampoon, pitching with the fervor and skill of years' experience reached great heights, not to mention the home plate, with the pitch of excellence. But the legion of CRIMSON bats was as impenetrable as the Old Howard on Saturday night and victory perched not upon the Ibis's bough...