Word: gees
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Story.? One foggy evening in 1900, a tough barge rat from Haverstraw, N. Y., marvels, as always, at the changing masses of Manhattan's skyline seen from the North River. "Gee," he says. "Gee!" He can neither read nor write. He is 16; name, John Breen; parents, a once-pretty Irish servant and someone other than the grimy bargee she calls their "old man." Entering the East River, in thickening fog and greasy tide-rips, the barge is rammed. Loaded with bricks ("the city's red corpuscles") it plunges under. John Breen struggles out of the greenish-black water...
...45th Pirates of Penzance and Iolanthe. For those who know Gilbert and Sullivan no more need be said. For those who don't George Gershwin should be quoted. When asked what he thought of the "Pirates", during the intermission on the opening night all he could say was, "Gee". Gilbert and Sullivan, like Yellow Taxi drivers, are "always reliable...
...class merchant marine is absolutely dependent upon a first-class Navy." At Port Washington, L. I., Lieutenant Frank H. Conant* sped to an unofficial world's seaplane record (251.5 miles per hour). At Lakehurst, N. J., thousands touched the silvery hide of the dirigible Los Angeles and said, "Gee!" In Honolulu and Shanghai, brown-skinned and yellow-skinned populace looked at brawny necks emerging from glistening white U. S. uniforms. . . . Navy Day was no myth...
...year-old in the role of "Hero" Albert Weisbord exhorting them to be brave, meet the Scabs or Cossacks (representing the police) in realistic Armageddon. The Strikers are always supposed to win. The children dearly love violence. Said a boy of ten years: "I nearly got arrested twice. Gee, I gave the Cossacks a lot of trouble. I wish they would arrest me. My mother threw a rock at a Cossack and raised a lump on his head. Gee, I laughed! I'd like to stab a Cossack!" Albert Weisbord. Last week a threat signed by the "Black Hand...
Grease, grease, grease. First a coat of lanolin, an eighth of an inch thick, then a coat of heavy grease. Gertrude Ederle, standing bare in the Hotel Sirene, Cape Gris Nez, France, shivered slightly and pressed her legs together. "Gee whiz, let's get started." Her sister, Margaret, dipped her hands once more in the grease pail. "Put your bathing suit on," she directed over her shoulder. More grease was applied to the strong stumpy body, clad now in a thin racing suit, cut away deeply under the arms. Gertrude Ederle (pronounced "Ed-er-ly") ran across the beach...