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Word: drip (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Closing the door, he stepped into the locker room. He was early, the first one there, and all he could hear was the drip of a shower around the corner. Then he spied Johnny sticking adhesive strips on the locker doors...

Author: By J. P. L., | Title: The Vagabond | 11/25/1939 | See Source »

...companies began replacing old ice wagons with enameled delivery trucks, streamlined and enclosed. Instead of open collar and rubber backsheet, icemen began to wear natty uniforms and bow ties; to use instead of ice tongs drip-proof canvas carriers; to wipe up water when they accidentally spilled it on the floor, to shun the honest word "icebox" and call it "ice refrigerator...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MANUFACTURING: Ice Renaissance | 11/13/1939 | See Source »

...Once the trephining of the skull was over . . . my mood underwent a change. There was a sound of pumping and draining and I could hear the drip, drip of a liquid. Although my brain didn't hurt at all, it did hurt me when one of the instruments fell on to the glass with a sharp, metallic sound. A certain idea passing through my mind hurt me too. It had nothing to do with my present situation...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Patient's-Eye-View | 8/14/1939 | See Source »

Haughty Episcopal St. Paul's School (Concord, N. H.) is famed for its hockey players and austere headmasters. From its founding in 1855 until Rev. Dr. Samuel Smith ("The Drip") Drury died last February, it was headed by four successive churchmen. Since then its trustees have argued whether they should break precedent by appointing a layman rector. Meanwhile, Layman Henry Crocker Kittredge, son of Harvard's renowned Professor George Lyman ("Kitty") Kittredge, served as acting rector...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: St. Paul's Fifth | 1/2/1939 | See Source »

...Milan, Italy, Paolo Motta and his bride, Teresina, retired on their wedding night. Water began to drip on Paolo's neck. He looked for the annoying source, could not find it, went damply muttering back to bed. Next night the same thing happened again. This time he traced the water to a hole in the ceiling. Paolo Motta rushed upstairs, broke into the room above, found one of his popular bride's disgruntled suitors standing over the hole with a pitcher of water...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Nov. 14, 1938 | 11/14/1938 | See Source »

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