Word: clappers
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...coat, on a street corner, ringing a small bell. By performing this simple act for a certain number of hours every day he earned enough money for food and bed. Why it should give joy to anyone to see him standing in the cold wind tinkling a dinner clapper was more than Mr. Zobel could determine, but since The Volunteers of America were ready to pay for such mummery, it was not his part to find fault. He attracted a good deal of attention from passing children, which was disagreeable to him. One morning last week...
...Rockefeller Jr. The carilloneur, Anton Breese, once assistant in the Cathedral of Antwerp, pushed a lever. The 9-ton bass bell sent its huge note jarring down the street like a slow blackbird. He pushed another, and the tenor bell, which weighs no more than an ordinary country dinner-clapper, spoke clear and high...
Hogarth, having solved the problem of the world's misery, decided that he was justified in leaving prison to set things right. Blasting the great bell of Colmoor with lightning from heaven, he escaped astride of its clapper when it was sent for repairs. The ship bearing the bell and Hogarth was wrecked, and he was cast up on the Cornish coast...
...most interesting bits of the Society's work while Professor Palmer was president, was connected with Mr. Jones, the bell-ringer, who performed his duties without missing a single day. Many attempts were made by students to thwart him, but he managed to supply an extra clapper, or to break out the ice in the bell, or do whatever else was necessary. When the bell became cracked, he asked the University to sell it to him and it was given to him as a token of his services. He kept it in his house for some years, until the Memorial...
...does not expect, of course, to find Professor Palmer shouting "Reinhardt" about the Yard in the evenings; that is because this particular tradition is not especially worth while perpetuating. Nor is Mr. Conant the bell-ringer likely to awake some winter morning to find the clapper of his bell frozen to the sides by President Lowell, for obviously, this also is one of those jovial performances which, genuinely humorous the first time, rapidly becomes mere routine, without any better excuse for itself than an empty and eventually boresome precedent. There is, never theless, a rich and colorful store of Harvard...