Word: flasks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Those sacks that you see the natives carrying along the white, beautiful roads on Sunday morning contain, sometimes, cocks. . . . And, what about it? There is no doubt that you will find the same flask of bitter liquor, the knife, volleys of cheers and curses, and many other things in many another American sport. Cockfighting is one of their sports and they will stick to it, same as Americans stick to theirs...
...spur-legged game-birds tethered in squalid door-yards all over the island. On Sundays the national anthem is stilled. Those sacks you see the natives carrying along the white roads on Sunday morning contain the coxcomb choir. They are going to the cockpits, where a knife, a flask of bitter liquor, volleys of cheers and curses, the chink of coin, the spurt of dust and blood -not always fowl blood-spell life's zest for the brown-skinned jibaro (peasant). Porto Rican poets hymn the sport as the essence of manhood and beauty...
...days when few footsteps crushed its tender shoots and no motor exhaust laid a blight upon it. Not only its hardships but also its responsibilities have so increased that science must come to its aid. Last fortnight the University of Illinois announced that its scientists would work-with Erlenmeyer flask and petrie dish-on the problem of maintaining a satisfactory turf on football fields. The athletic association will make a 90-square checkerboard out of the gridiron. Running in crosswise strips will be nine different grasses, old, new, domestic, foreign. Ten strips, each treated with a different amount and combination...
...lack of advice from people who understand them and can give new ideals, young people treat sex like a nip of whiskey from a hip flask. . . . Love belongs with open spaces and real loving involves the whole personality...
Mirrors. What novelists and playwrights, to say nothing of the rocking-chair crowd, owe to the younger generation for material will never be accurately computed. There seems always to be just one more complaint to be voiced. This time it is a smart suburban district festering from the flask infection on its young men's hips. These young people kiss each other a good deal. For these things they would be presumably damned were it not for one among them who was pure. She shows the path to sobriety, sweetness, light. A little child shall lead them...