Word: boxing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Vagabond straightens up the litter of papers which bestrew his desk, tills his briar with a fresh load of Cake Box and settles back to watch the smoke sail up until the first pale faint pulse of dawn beats into the eastern...
...which ran in London with the persistency of an Abie's Irish Rose and has recently been revived. In past years King George and Queen Mary have seen Rose Marie a total of three times. Last week they fooled the guessers and went again, beamed from the "Royal Box" of the soi-disant "Theatre Royal in Drury Lane," while a frantic audience waved programs and sang "God Save the King...
...procession and most important was the lumbering gilded coach of the Lord Mayor. Built in 1757, its panels decorated by the famed allegorical painter Cipriani, the Civic Coach is quite as imposing as the State Coach of George V. Six horses drew it. Seated on the festooned box was the splendiferous Lord Mayor's coachman, his fat calves gleaming in pink silk stockings, a plumed tricornered hat on his head, a gaudy rosette of ribbons in his buttonhole. From one window of the coach peeped the Civic Mace, out of the other stuck the Civic Sword. Along in glory...
...Russians easily are by music, the docile audience sang revolutionary songs with gusto for a half-hour, broke off in confusion when suddenly the President's Committee on the stage began to clap. Sharp-eyed, they had seen a swarthy man of medium build enter the once Imperial Box and sink into a back seat where he sat composedly stroking his long, dark moustache. "STALIN!" shouted someone and Comrade jostled Comrade as the audience roared frenzied cheers, then burst spontaneously into the Red anthem, The Internationale. Delirious minutes passed before STALIN would step to the front of the box. Smiling...
Probably the most amusing to watch is the white rabbit owned by a Sophomore in one of the Gold Coast dormitories. He spends his days sleeping in a box in the corner; his nights are occupied in disturbing his owners while they try to sleep. In the evenings he gambols over the green in front of Russell Annex, being guarded by an horde of onlookers; and in the mornings he is just...