Word: bummed
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...Wasps-Nest. Deep in a lonely forest stood a haunted house. No one ever came near it until the night this play was produced. Then there came two train bandits, a southern gentlewoman, a low comedy Negress, a skinflint, a town bum, a lovely girl, a lover and four other friends and enemies of theirs. Scarcely any of them knew anyone else was there; all were caused much uneasiness by noises of others seeking lost papers, pouncing on each other, shooting, screaming. Members of the cast not on salary included an apparition shooting up through the floor, a spectre over...
...peerade," as they call it, to Boston for the Harvard game. Students clad in coon-skin coats will leave in big cars. Boys in sweatshirts and sweaters will drive down in ramshackle Fords. Many will go on the special trains. A few will work their way down. Others will bum their way. But all will go. No one stays behind...
...bewildered. Soon his companion did likewise; the two stared at each other with alarm and annoyance, for the air was full of strange noises. Whistles, sirens, funnels, horns, bells, squealers, filled the morning with a troublesome cacophony. Suddenly one bargee shook his fist: "It's that lazy bum Walker," the bargee said, "now he's back!" "Yes, the loafer," said the other bargee. Then both bargees moved into a shady place on the deck, for it was a hot September forenoon, and returned to somnolence...
...swallowtail coat, leap on a horse, dash down Pennsylvania Avenue to the Capitol. One Fred Lacey, one-time cowboy, now a bus driver, was hired as the double. Hearing a report that his life was held too dear for riding, Mr. Rogers snorted, "Huh, I may be a bum rider but I figure I'm still man enough to lope down the avenue in my ripe...
...snapped Flyer Smith's first signals. Then he seemed to get used to it and flashed: "Going fine ... we will run out of it soon." Again, he said: "Go-ing strong. . . . Radio beacon working great." The strain began to show in a later message: "Receiving set on the bum .... don't worry me," but still the sender signed a jaunty, "So long." Early in the second day fog-fear had them fairly. Flying through or above obscurity, they had not seen the Pacific since they left shore. Head winds had slowed them down badly. Evidently they had been...