Word: boye
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...other night, according to Sergeant Donelan, a car owned by a Missouri boy in Dunster House was found parked on the Esplanade; inside was Stanley Williams, a Negro commonly seen around the Square, with two 15-year-old colored girls. He also had a rubber tube with which he syphoned gas out of other cars, and the speedometer was disconnected...
Finding interviewers more disposed to talk of lifeboats than of books, he spun the yarn behind his whittled model. Invented 20 years ago by his Aunt Maggie's boy, Ivan Fleming, a British naval officer, the Fleming hand-propelled aluminum alloy lifeboat is now in use on 75 merchant ships, including the Nieuw Amsterdam, the Conte di Savoia, the Monarch of Bermuda, Queen of Bermuda, the Stockholm, but not on any U. S. liner...
...were startled, however, when Prime Minister Holcombe Ward (president of the U. S. Lawn Tennis Association), Foreign Minister Walter Pate (Davis Cup captain) and the whole Amateur Tennis Cabinet, although left with inadequate defense for the Davis Cup and a potential loss of revenue thereby, publicly wished their golden boy godspeed in going over to the enemy, professional tennis. In fact, Foreign Minister Pate was host at the abdication party, invited Promoter Jack Harris formally to alienate the king in the Pate offices at No. 2 Wall Street...
...prosperous Uncle Hans, whom his grandfather, a big brewer, called the "other Lump." The first Lump was Bemelmans' father, a Belgian painter who ran away with Ludwig's French governess. Uncle Hans likewise despaired of little Ludwig, whom he called "Lausbub" (lousy boy, or Katzenjammer kid), sent...
...amazement and confusion twenty minutes later, just as he was getting his teeth into his book, a smiling bus boy entered the Library with a napkined tray which he set down on the stool in front of the Senior. "The hostess says that your every wish is her command," the bus boy whispered huskily. "Any answer?" "Nope, no answer," stammered the red-faced Senior as he peeked guiltily under the napkin, then sneaked outside to gulp down his steaming order of griddles...