Word: doored
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Come Across", the ninety-first annual production of the Club was written in collaboration by Gaspar G. Bacon, Jr. '37, Arnett McKennan '37, and Benjamin Welles, 2nd '38. Many hit tunes will be broadcast tonight, among them, "There's No Wolf Around My Door" by Bacon, who wrote both the music and the lyrics. "Someday" and "Heart of a Fool" will also be played. McKennan and Cammann Newberry '37 collaborated in their composition Newberry wrote the music and McKennan developed the lyrics...
...looked through the window and there was Pauline on the sofa with another man -a young fellow he was; looked much younger than she. . . . Pauline had on blue lounging pajamas. I bought them for her, dammit! "I rapped on the door and ordered her to open. Nobody came, so I took my key and went in. Pauline screamed and dashed out the back way. I yelled after her that I only wanted to talk to her, but she kept going. Lights came on in most of the houses and neighbors began pouring...
Unlocking the lab door, the professor proceeded us into the room screaming "Franklin, Franklin", at the top of his professorial lungs. Franklin poked his nose out from behind a can of refuse, exhibiting his magnificently scarred coat of fur and his blood clotted ears, fresh from the back alley arenas of Boston's catdom. Grabbing the beast by the nape, our host handed him to us to hold--unpleasant, because Frankie's claws were sharp as steel and busy every second. The professor meanwhile doused a cotton wad in ether on which to deposit the beast...
Robert G. Rouillard, the attendant at the front door of Widener who daily examines thousands of books for the proper identification marks, says that the hardest part of his job is answering impossible questions. The beginning of the year when curious Freshmen are most abundant, is the most trying period, he says, with such queries as whether one goes up or down in the elevator to get to the fifth floor, and shouldn't the title "Harry Elkins Widener, A.B. 1917" be changed to A.D., typical of what he has to answer...
...snout. Blood flowed like a waterfall. He jumped to his feet and wriggled free from the professor who tried to grab him as he leaped to the floor. He spat malevolently at both of us. And he fled with a shriek of triumph through the open door...