Word: boylston
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...race will be run over the regular flat course, approximately four and a half miles long, starting on the riverbank at the junction of Memorial Drive and Boylston Street on the Cambridge side of the river and finishing at the Newell Boat House on the Boston side...
Like a divine enticement the sky ceased its outburst and lightened. Slowly the streets filled with a mob that increased its frantic, clamorous pace as it turned into Boylston Street and surged over the bridge. Above the turmoil hawkers cried about their display of feathers and tin footballs; the Salvation Army pleaded, and the ticket takers shouted a monotonous command...
...tell about a girl who refused to spurn the stage for the screen. If this minor irony doesn't obtrude itself upon your attention, you will find George S. Kaufman and Edna Ferber's "Stage Door" a rather absorbing bit of sentimental comedy. With Mr. Kaufman monopolizing the Boylston-Tremont region, go see "You Can't Take It With You" first, then "Stage Door", and finally "I'd Rather Be Right"; or, proceed in the reverse order if you don't intend to see all three or like to save your icing for last...
Strolling down Boylston Street on our way to Soldiers Field we pased the service entrance of the dinning hall system. There, coming out after their mid-day duties, were two young ladies whom we recognized as belonging to the Elephant House. One of them was clutching the other to keep from falling, dissolved in gales of laughter. The others face, too, wreathed in a broad grin. We watched for a moment, fascinated. Finally the laughing one sobered...
...LETTER TO ROBERT FROST AND OTHERS, the first book of poems by Robert S. Hillyer, Boylston Professor of Rhetoric, is now before the public. How poetry lovers will take to Mr. Hillyer's latest work is unpredictable, for in his lambic couplets he has attempted to sound that soothing harmony of compassion tinged with soft, self-childing satire so elusive for the reader to hear yet so pleasant when once heard and held in memory. Whether he succeeds without appearing to descend to the prosaic and the trivial depends entirely on the individual reader...