Word: drips
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...days and nights grow cooler in September, the gridiron absorbs the warmth of the waning sun. Rumors begin to sizzle, fat to drip off portly full-backs capering with pigskins...
...article, while it mingled fiction and fact, was not, as a whole, unkindly. . . . The second article, published in your issue of Jan. 9 and dealing with the dedication of his great fortune to the cause of humanity, was totally lacking in these attributes. On first reading it seemed to drip venom. After a second perusal, however, I doubt if its maliciousness was intentional. . . . It is my belief bottomed upon years of experience, that while a newspaper should and can be better than the community in which it is published, it must not be too much better or it will rapidly...
...mistaken for an Afric religious symbol or a representation of a huge mushroom which has been neatly clipped by a lawnmower; his "Golden Bird," which resembles an immature onion; his "Penguins," which looks like a badly constructed snowman; his "Study of Mlle. Pogany," which resembles nothing so much as drip pings from a glassblower's tube...
...World's introduction : "... To become famous in Chicago the woman kills and kills and kills. Miss Watkins, investigating scientifically the road to fame in our own fair city, gives her conclusions below." Some conclusions : "In Chicago, you must shoot, not sue, your way to glory. Her front pages drip with blood, whereas New York's are smeared with dirt. Still, what's the odds-dirt or blood? Both are good for the circulation ! . . . Oh, for the peanut venders . . . that used to enliven our funeral mobs. Anything to jazz up those curiously apathetic groups that huddled...
...almost no one can be seen along that street, but at night the doors of the rickety houses open and the occupants come forth. Their black faces blend adeptly with the night; their bodies are blurred shadows in doorways, or lazy silhouettes revealed where street-corner bars and laundries drip golden honey into the darkness. They seem not to have a wish in the world, these limber shadows, except to idle, waiting for a hypothetical friend to treat them to a phantom beer, or listening to the mutter and shuffle 'of jazz that issues from the garish arcade...