Word: bowe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...keep. He began babbling incredible stories about men being kidnaped and killed by creatures that were not exactly crocodiles, not exactly men. Not far away, another native limped into the clinic of a European doctor. He had been on the river in his pirogue, he said, when its bow was seized by the powerful jaws of a crocodile and the boat overturned. While he desperately swam for the shore, the crocodile ripped at his flesh. The doctor refused to believe the man's story, pointed out that his wounds had been clearly caused by some sharp instrument. "To tell...
First, we want it to be understood that we are not bigots. We're open-minded Adams House residents in Westmorly, on Bow Street. We have Lamont, Widener, Hayes-Bickfords, the Clubs and even the I.A.B. in which to study. While this seems to be ideal, sometimes, sometimes, we find great pleasure in studying in our rooms. We enjoy talking to our room-mates, playing our hi-fi's, and wooing our women with a reasonable amount of quiet. Yes, and there are those tender moments when we wish we could forget about time. We have alarm clocks, wall clocks...
However, pending verification by IBM, we have calculated that the St. Paul's bells across Bow Street ring 924 ponderous bongs per day, every day of the year. Except on Sundays, when they ring even more. We think of this every conscious quarter hour of the day, and at 7:10 a.m., 12:10 p.m., and 6:10 p.m. It is not within the scope of this letter to enumerate in detail the various personal agonies experienced during and after each of these numerous reminders of Man's Condition, and the apprehensions involved in this lengthy countdown before the launching...
...personal blessing of President Eisenhower, Vice President Nixon and Gov.-elect Nelson A. Rockefeller for drastic moves to revitalize the Republican party after its disastrous Nov. 4 defeat. Alcorn, who presided over the worst licking the GOP has taken in years, ordinarily would be expected to bow out and let another man rebuild...
Those were golden years when the high-caste "Goat's Nest" ruled loosely over an ultra-social Claverly Hall. Old Jim Cronin had put white marble-topped tables in his restaurant on Bow-Street, and on occasion those tables were moved together to seat about 60 Harvard professors and student cosmopolites for a high-life dinner. There were no singing waiters, certainly, but table was served by quite a few musical Divinity School students who, as Jim puts it, "have since become reverend doctors...