Word: expection
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...morning last week, Manhattan Democrats arose, glanced as usual with real pleasure at their copy of the New York World. Knowing from experience that the World would let no day go by without chucking the Administration under the chin, they turned confidently to the editorial page, ran expectant gaze over a column captioned "Author! Author!" Could it be true? The opening paragraph ran, ". . . Mr. Coolidge really ought to think twice about making such a speech as he made Tuesday evening. Another speech like this one, and first thing Mr. Coolidge knows he may have a suit for plagiarism...
...extraction methods, whence comes 70% of the world's supply; vowed that petroleum chemistry has been too little explored. Professor Thorpe likewise viewed with alarm humanity's library and cemetery problems. Cremation would solve the latter, he thought, but it would be too optimistic to expect that it might be judiciously applied to the former. With 23,000 scientific periodicals published in the world annually, "the mind stands appalled at the prospects . . .even in so short a time as 100 years hence." Idle Rich. The economics division was addressed by distinguished Sir Josiah Stamp, co-author...
...Dover. She had been swimming for eleven hours. The water blackened fast. A squally rain whipped the broken seas that, running out with the tide, slapped her in the face. No hope of making Folkstone now. For two hours the current would run against her; she could not expect to make progress. It would take all her strength to keep from being carried back to France. Trainer Burgess began to whisper to "Pop" Ederle. Suddenly the butcher stepped to the side of the tug. "Trudie," he roared, "remember you don't get that roadster unless you git over...
...middle years, with a face that reddens rapidly when exposed to the sun, she plays the sort of game that is always dangerous but never spectacular. Last year in the finals at Seabright she beat Helen Wills. It was too bad, people said, but you could not expect a champion to be always at her best. When, last week, Miss Ryan cut down Miss Wills decisively in the same tournament, 6-4, 6-1, newspapers reminded the public that Miss Wills had just lost her appendix...
...German's dust-buried trays far downtown in Manhattan. He had studied "mauve decade" press-agentry and labored long to achieve restraint amid the many "priceless" opportunities that flew to mind. The Mercury's readers had nodded approval-but that was all, having come to expect the ultrasmart from that kraut-liveried lay pontiff. But the Mailbag saw, and through it, others. A few cheers went up for the masterpiece of the month in advertising...