Word: bowling
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Svetozar will eat-now we can all eat!" was the joyous, famished cry of the other Pribitchevitches. In Belgrade Hospital dauntless old Svetozar Pribitchevitch was propped up in bed by sympathetic nurses. They fed him mush from a bowl. They wiped the old man's chin. When he was discreetly full, they tucked Svetozar Pribitchevitch cozily...
...time came for Webster to make another speech, and the world listened. He arose jauntily enough and began, "Just as a dentist hangs out a great tooth as a sign of his trade, or a druggist displays a mixing bowl as a sign of his, so up in Franconia Notch God has hung out a sign to show that in New Hampshire he makes men." In the cool of many mornings after the sophistry of this remark becomes all too plain, but the kernel of truth that inspired it still remains. The Vagabond has just been up in the "lofty...
...rare porcelain jug, of the "Thunder" variety was recently found on the piano in the House common room, together with a framed inscription from the anonymous donors reading: "This bowl is presented to the Lowell House crew in recognition of its undefeated season, and is to remain a perpetual trophy of the annual Lowell-Dunster race...
...literature. He is a Distinguished Service Medalist, a Companion of the Bath, a Chevalier of the Legion of Honor. Medicine has given him a "homage book," like the one it recently gave Professor James Ewing (TIME, Jan. 12). Not his least valued kudos is the Montclair Yale Bowl given each year by Yale alumni living in Montclair, N. J. to one distinguished Yale man who has achieved his "Y in Life...
...applicants. The file approached the altar where stood stout Mother Catherine, adorned by a white headdress and a starched apron with the word MOTHER embroidered in red across its bib. On a side table was a huge brown bottle of warm castor oil, which she had blessed, and a bowl of quartered lemons, "taste-killers." To each one with the "miseries," a saint gave a full tumbler of the tepid oil and a "taste-killer." Away each would prance, blubbering oil and lemon juice, shouting "bress sweet Jesus." Occasionally Mother Catherine conducted "Epsom Salts Sundays...