Word: crypticisms
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What are the terms of this avowedly secret treaty? The signatory powers contented themselves with a cryptic announcement: "The Treaty will be made public when it is registered with the League of Nations," an event which may perhaps be delayed indefinitely...
...Still less often does such a coach resign in midseason, without any premonitory public rumbling of trouble. Yet when Edward A. Stevens, head rowing coach at Harvard, resigned last week, with the Yale race at New London only three weeks off, he gave as reason only the cryptic statement: "Lack of co-operation on the part of the crew . . ." His resignation was accepted. Next day Herbert H. Haines, coach of the freshman crews, was appointed in his place...
...story has it that in the middle of the last century, while the societies were still young, some daring undergraduate spies invaded the "Bones" tomb-and never more were heard of in this life. Others say that fabulous treasures and curiosities are stored within the various cryptic walls, brought there by brethren from high office* or daring adventures- the original Declaration of Independence, the very skull of Napoleon, a wolf shot by Buffalo Bill, a key to the main gate of the Vatican. Wildest of all are the rumors about what is done at the societies' meetings, for these...
...Braised pork? More likely, old dependable ham and eggs. They are too familiar to cause your palate much excitement, but as some one has said, they satisfy. Passing the newsstand, if your appetite for fiction is not to be trifled with by a mere magazine, do you pore over cryptic titles, flashy jackets, alluring blurbs? Hardly ever. Briskly, confidently, you seize an Oppenheim or a Dell, a Harry Leon Wilson, Sabatini, Irvin Cobb, Wallace Irwin, Arthur Train?not ham and eggs but just as reliable. A lot of fiction writers remain standard commodities whether you carry them...
...Milner Rideout - Duffield ($1.50). With devious dithering that confuses yet never quite discourages the attention, a mystery is hitched along from Marseilles to Port Said, to Calcutta, to a native prison in the hills, to a river village, to a maharajah's time-encrusted palace in the jungle. Cryptic scribbling in mouldy volumes of Chaucer lead at last to-certain mislaid belongings of the globe-sacking son of Philip of Macedon. Utterly fantastic and gratuitous mystification, with a U. S. adventurer and a rather attractive French wandering man moving in a maze of blind beggars, green lizards, bearded ladies...