Word: gay
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...feet. The wings crumpled and the fuselage "flew right out of the wings" they said. Calmly they turned off the ignition (to prevent fire in the crash) and jumped out with parachutes. The fuselage came to earth in the stables of the Meadow Brook Club, killing two polo ponies: Gay Boy, used in the International Cup Play last autumn by Malcolm Stevenson, and Anaconda, also prized. Said William Averell Harriman, financier, owner of the two ponies: "They were two of the best polo ponies in the world. I raised them from colts. They were priceless...
Professor Charles Townsend Copeland '82 left the University yesterday afternoon. He motored to Walpole Inn, Walpole, New Hampshire, with his nephew and niece, Charles Dunbar and Mrs. R. D. Gay. On July 7, he plans to sail from New York on the "Adriatic". It is his intention to spend two weeks in London and then motor through England and portions of Scotland. He will return to his rooms in Hollis 15 the fifteenth of September. Professor Copeland resigned from active teaching service last January after more than 30 years as a lecturer and teacher in the English Department...
When the ovation was over, old and young went to various haunts in the gay city where they danced to "I Was So Young and You Were So Beautiful," "Swanee," "Lady Be Good," songs which George Gershwin had dashed off in his lighter moments, and which were revived in his honor last week...
...music in the South was formal and surrounded with cold, music in the North was warm and humble, made gay by the climbing spring. At the Chateau Frontenac, in Quebec, was held the second annual Canadian Folk Song and Handicraft Festival...
Mainly, The Front Page depends upon atmosphere for its effect: the presence of lazy, autocratic, hard-boiled newspaper men, their brisk telephone talk with editors, the gay, courageous casual crockery with which newsmongers ply their often disreputable trade. Funny, quick, exciting, and, despite its exaggerations, highly informative, The Front Page seemed full of good reporting. Hildy Johnson was Lee Tracy, out of Broadway; the women's parts were few and not imposing; Phyllis Povah cleverly impersonated a chewy little tart...