Word: broomstick
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...ever so wistfully at a blank and bare chipboard. Swarms of children, with the readers among them, often gamboled gleefully over a battered shoe very much down at the heel, while the Old Woman Who Lived There watched their prancings in despair. And Mother Goose, fittingly astride a whiskery broomstick reigned proudly over her host of youthful subjects...
...self-same rimes and jingles and converted them into Prohibition propaganda. But the old order changeth and Progress is an exemplary ambition. Perhaps Mother Goose willingly aids and abets the Noble Experiment. Forsaking her eternal kingdom she will be seen in the night air stealthily aeroplaning--of course her broomstick is antiquated--hither and yon disseminating the evils of drink. Yes, the Eighteenth Amendment is an honorable thing and even Mother Goose should garner a Cause for her dotage...
...Francisco last week shivers of delight scooted up and down many a small spine. In open-mouthed wonder children watched snowy-white angels float down from the sky; an old witch ride madly astride her broomstick, pausing only to tickle the nose of a raggedy boy waiting to be fattened and baked into gingerbread. The climax came when his yellow-haired sister saved him with the wave of a magic juniper-branch and a hocus-pocus formula, when together they pushed the witch into the oven stoked for them. For children no moment of the performance approaches this supreme...
...performance of Humperdinck's Hansel und Gretel. Queen Mario was Gretel, a wee child with pigtails stiff as taffy sticks. Editha Fleisher was Hansel, just ragged and happy. There was a real witch with matted gray hair and a nose like a spigot who rode on her broomstick way into the sky and ate little children. There was a gingerbread house and a red-hot oven where plop ended the witch pushed by wee Gretel just too stupid to get in herself. "Hocus pocus. . . ." Children loved it. So did grown-ups who quite forgot the tawdry Violanta of early...
...inert. The sight precipitated fresh mania and Mr. Carson attacked once more, exhorting his opponent to "stand up and take it." Buermeyer was unconscious. He felt nothing during ensuing minutes when his assailant kicked, beat, bashed him with a milk bottle, shoved him around the floor with a broomstick, tried to smother him with a dressing gown. He lay so limp, with blood streaming from ear, nose, jaw, forehead and the base of his skull, that Carson was suddenly seized with cold terror...