Word: fronts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...TIME, Jan. 10, you. . . slur at old Joe Ransdell's whiskers. And why pick on poor little old Toombs County, Ga., when you have the whole state of Illinois right next door. Clean up your own front yard before digging in the ash can in our back yard. Get the beam out of your...
...words might have been confined, unnoticed, to the Congressional Record, had not leading Democratic Senators risen to rebuke him. For three hours, Democrats talked. Republicans smiled, walked in and out, said nothing. As often before, one Democratic cat was eating another. Senator Heflin was pleased. He would get on front pages. Here are some of the words that put him there...
Rodentia on the front pages as only the Pied Piper* or Arch bishop Hatto Il? could have done. It was not a migration of lemmings (TIME, Jan. 10) that they had to report, but an incredible multitude of common field and house mice, driven from their cosy holes in vineyards of the dry Vista Lake basin by heavy rains and by a great herd of sheep turned out to graze where grain had grown before...
...carpets ... so thick that in places the ground itself seemed to crawl forward in a grey mass," wrote eyewitnesses. "Tenderhearted" motorists were halted on the highways by the creeping hordes. More brutal drivers forged ahead, until they "skidded and were blocked" by masses of living and dead mice. Every front door in the lowlands of Kern County was reported to be shut fast, housewives staying within, men climbing out their windows to give battle. In the oil fields, workmen awoke to find their shacks alive with squeaking, gnawing rodents. Shoes were nibbled to shreds; socks were like lace; shirts...
...first time. That was a mighty handy little book, and it didn't cost anything either. We remember it had a map of Cambridge in it which proved a big help when we tried to find out where Quincy Street was after reading a little notice on the front page of one of the Saturday Crimsons. (Of course, we lost our nerve Sunday afternoon, but then we have known ever since where Quincy Street was.) No, that little book was a good thing;--wonder what else the Phillips Brooks House Association does? Still quaking in its several boots...