Word: creams
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...friend found Spit a job fortnight ago with an ice cream manufacturer. Salary: $15 weekly; first duty: to bring a nanny goat from New Jersey to Manhattan for the manufacture of goat's-milk ice cream. Last week Spit's case came before Magistrate Kross for disposition. Swaggering, Spit announced he had turned down the job. Said he: "I told the guy I'd shove the goat down his throat. Goats stink; the salary stinks, too. It was a publicity stunt. I can get better jobs than that; besides, I want...
Word spread through Los Angeles fortnight ago that the city's Art Association was soon to open an ultra-select exhibit of International Art, to whose vernissage none but California's double thick social cream would be invited. One day last week the invited cream, 2,000 strong, flowed fatly to the intimate opening. They came from parties given by such art-lovers as Norma Shearer and Mrs. Randolph Huntington Miner and jostled, perspired, stared at each other instead of at the pictures. After the first day, the milk of the citizenry to the number...
...when the Vagabond was munching cinnamon toast and a sleeve knocked over the cup of Lipton tea into his lap. The edges of his coat and the top of his trousers were soaked, so that the persons standing beside the nickle-a-piece victrola and those gnawing at ice cream cones in their cars outside noticed the absurdity and laughed...
...with disdain, turned out teams good enough to be invited to play the West's best. Today, football in the South still differs from football in other sections of the country. It is frequently played under a hot sun, while spectators sit in shirt sleeves eating ice cream, and players go onto the field barelegged, but the quality of Southern football wins respect from coast to coast. For, as a century ago the course of empire took its way Westward, the course of football now takes its way Southward...
...Harvard University, Freshman David ("Kentucky") Mitchell topped off his dinner with 18 successive helpings of ice cream, (twelve strawberry, six vanilla), next morning went out and won a crosscountry running trial. Said he: "It was nothing. I just kept on eating." Former record at the Harvard Union (clubhouse) was eleven ice creams...