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Word: couching (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Seventeen and three-quarters pounds of owl flesh, genus bubonibae, were perched comfortably on Sophomore Harold T. Blaine's couch when he woke up in his Leverett House lodgings early yesterday morning. The creature flopped its wings ominously when Blaine approached it and chased him from the room...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OMINOUS BUBONIBAE (OWL) ATTACKS BUNNY HOUSE SOPH | 11/21/1939 | See Source »

Russell, Brew, and Bill Couch were the sparkplugs of the winning eleven while Bill Tyng paced the Leverett squad. Vint Freedley scored the Bunny touchdown...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ELIOT DOWNS BUNNIES 7-6, FOR FIRST VICTORY | 11/14/1939 | See Source »

...smoldering cigarette on a couch in the 60 Mt. Auburn St. rat-house brought eight pieces of fire apparatus screaming through Saturday night 10 o'clock revelry, only to find that the janitor, Daniel Sheehan, had already extinguished the flicker...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Eight Fire Engines Hurry to Douse Blaze on Mt. Auburn | 11/13/1939 | See Source »

...orgies between Bill Cunningham and a mythical secretary named Ima Smack that Bill once invented to explain his delay in answering letters. One day a Boston department-store executive gave Bill a life-size wax model of Miss Smack. Bill stretched her out among the littered papers on his couch, with her skirts up and a champagne glass in her hand, horrified an old gentleman who came to see him. Bill tried to explain that Miss Smack was a model, but the old gentleman went away muttering: "Your private life is none of my business, young...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Ill-tempered Clavichord | 10/23/1939 | See Source »

...great oratorical fugue about to start in the Capitol, never had there been a more unanimously attentive audience. The man who will play the counterpoint in that fugue, his eyebrows now white with time, sat brooding in his hideaway, now and then napping on a creaking old black-leather couch. Borah was ready for the fight of his life. The odds were against him but no man could yet say that he had lost...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: The Great Fugue | 9/25/1939 | See Source »

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