Word: breakfasting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Well; said the Vagabond to himself. Well! How about that? There are new brooms; there is a new year; there is new hope. The Crimson will appear at breakfast tables as before, won't it? New candidates with five and six subjects will appear; they will hang breathlessly on the first words of the blond immigrant from D.C. and the serious spectacles from Newton; they will learn to write and cease to quail before professors, and their voices will change, even in two and a half years. There will always be believers in the power of the press and lovers...
...with a blank-lined page in front of him, and a great blank void in his mind. It was a relief to finish any exam, but after this last one he could really afford to look ahead. He drew himself a luxuriant picture of days doing nothing, lingering, over breakfast, lazing through the morning, coffee and magazines in the common room after lunch and again after dinner, time even for a little exercise in the afternoons (they say you ought to get into shape nowadays), evenings for movies, dates...
...Cleveland was then a mudhole of 6,000 population and six newspapers, including the Eagle-Eyed News Catcher. Editor Gray put his fire into nose-thumbing rhetoric, got himself sued by Horace Greeley, denounced by Charles Dickens (then touring the U.S. like "a peevish cockney traveling without his breakfast"). Bigger fame came to the Plain Dealer when its "Commercial Editor," Charles Farrar Brown, started a humorous column signed "Artemus Ward." Editor Gray died at 48, torturously, of having an eye put out by his son's cap pistol...
...week's end Churchill boarded a train, again with elaborate secrecy, relaxed in zippered grey coveralls, ordered an unrationed dinner of sherry and rare beef, an unrationed breakfast of sliced chicken, ham, bacon & eggs. Next day he showed up in snow-covered Ottawa to address a joint session of the Canadian Parliament...
...camera has a lot to say in Pulham, and says it without mumbling. It has the picture's opening sequence all to itself: the boiled egg on the breakfast table, sugar and cream enriching the coffee, the morning paper in its rack, the absent-minded good-by kiss, the derby, the rubbers, the two peanuts for the squirrels on his walk to the office, the breathing exercises in the park, the cigar at the old stand, the musty office, the waiting letters on his desk, the clock at exactly 9 a.m. After that sequence, with hardly a spoken word...