Word: crabbed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Volga Boatwomen, kiddies, it's only the Radcliffe crew, lending its charms to the historic Charles as it rounds itself into shape for a coming season of crab catching. Whether or not the 'Cliffe dwellers will challenge the Bollesmen is a matter of conjecture but in view of the fact that last year's feminine galley slaves left the Crimson in their wake means, possibly, that a challenge is in the offing...
...only interhouse crew race rowed so far this spring, Kirkland beat Winthrop by two and a half lengths. The Puritans caught a crab at the starting flag and could not make up the ground lost. Kirkland defeated Leverett 7 to 0 Thursday in the spring's first tennis match...
...stealing the Crimson's three-foot lead for second place. At the same time that the Varsity's final sprint eked out its margin over the Tigers, it was narrowing the quarter-length of open water held by the Big Red at the end. M.I.T.'s last minute crab threw it more than 16 seconds behind the Harvard time...
...long time though, the men continue to look and feel like duds. At a tea given by an R.A.F. pilot's mother-in-law, they crab interminably about their rotten treatment; and the gently experienced old lady replies, "O dear, it's a shame, isn't it? Who'll have another chocolate biscuit?" But it is in their worst failure that the men learn their best lesson. Deliberately "getting killed'' in order to loaf through a sham-battle, they already are soldiers enough to be ashamed...
...Crab Apple Jelly contains a dozen simple, tart tales of the men, women & children of Cork and Kerry. The townsmen - clerks, shopkeepers, shabby priests, students, girls who dream of America - live in a retired world of mahogany cabinets with glass fronts, gilt mirrors with cupids, sets of the History of the Popes, cheap alarm clocks on bedside tables. Snatches of whiskey, poteen or brandy turn them from sighs to smiles in the wink of an eye. Back of them are the old stone farms and grey walls of their childhood-homes huddled away on islands in the middle of lakes...