Word: cools
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...front cover) In the cool grey light of dawn S. S. Exilona lay at anchor near Ambrose light ship outside New York Harbor. A coast guard cutter and a bevy of tugs drew near. A passenger, Mrs. Louise Dvorak, stood on deck talking to a white-haired septuagenarian. The old man told her: "This is the first time in 30 years I have returned to New York without some one of my family to meet me.'' "But your son is on one of these boats." "My son is here? Where?" The old man rushed to the rail. Suddenly...
...Irving W. Rabinovitz '34 from the injured list to the starting lineup will greatly aid the team in their effort to perfect a ne wtype of plays. William I. Adelman '36 will get the call over Edward A. Counihan, III '36 at goal by virtue of his cool work against B.U. Saturday...
Moreover, the CRIMSON states editorially that Friday's demonstration with its rowdyism is a testimonial to the uselessness of emotional appeals. Instead of making emotional appeals the speakers warned against mob hysteria and emphasized the need for clear and cool-headed thinking. The CRIMSON concedes that pacifistic groups should organize and be enthusiastic. How is it to be done without holding public meetings when one hasn't the money for claborate publicity campaigns and printing? Why haven't pacifists the right to demand police protection if necessary to insure that their meetings shall be as dignified and orderly...
Fabulous were the stories of her housekeeping. She had a gold dining service worth $500,000 which she used for celebrities. Lesser guests ate off an equally handsome but less valuable silver set. Her objets d'art were appraised in the millions. She ran her house with the cool efficiency of a military general. All servants were carefully checked in and out of the building and a report of their movements was handed to her each morning. She supervised (but did not attend) the famed "Gary Dinners," where steelmen met to plot the course of their empires...
Sweltering in cassock, alb, chasuble and stole, Father Guerrera looked down at his flock. His eye fell on a cool expanse of bare shoulder and open bosom. "Elida." he roared, "go home and take off that dress...