Word: gone
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...right or left smacks of the embarrassment of dropping dimes in beggars caps; the grateful glances of the aided are so humiliating to all concerned. And yet, friends, it is not even this that causes us our heated blush. It is that so many of us, in years gone by, have stealthily tipped our caps ourselves, in self-defense against forgetful upper-classmen. And still, despite sharp memories of these painful moments of protective self-tipping, we continue to submit each incoming class to the same humiliating process. We say our word for quick reform and we have no doubt...
...Christie light tank, powered with a Liberty motor, plunged and reared across a churned-up field at 40 m. p. h. With the track-laying belt removed, this tank had gone 69 m. p. h., might go 90 m. p. h. on a good road...
June Moon. Ring W. Lardner and George S. Kaufman are the authors of this satire on the noisiest of all "rackets," music publishing. It is as funny as a fusion of such wits would lead one to expect. Mr. Lardner has even gone so far as to write several crack-brained chansons which no one will be able to whistle but which everyone will want to hear again. The negligible story tells of a boy (Norman Foster) who leaves Schenectady to write lyrics in Manhattan. His June Moon is a success and, having narrowly escaped marriage with a shapely extortionist...
...Mule" Haas came up to bat in the ninth inning and knocked a straight pitch over the right field fence, bringing in Bishop and tying the score. By slaps and gesticulations, since words could not be heard, Cubs tried to make Malone feel better, but his nerve was gone. He took a long breath, got rid of Mickey Cochrane on a grounder; burly Simmons doubled. Joe McCarthy signalled to pass Foxx. While the crowd, inimical to strategy, was hooting this. Miller's two bagger brought the run that won the championship and $6,000 prize money for each first...
...Doren, Author Anthony forwarded three chapters at a time, as written, to Publisher Knopf. She refused to hurry, Guild or no Guild. Born in Arkansas, she attended Peabody College of Teachers in Nashville, Tenn., studied in Chicago, Heidelberg, Freiberg. A brown-haired, blue-eyed, middle-aged feminist, she has gone to Russia or to England, as the case may be, to collect her biographical materials. But she writes in her farmhouse in Brookville, Conn...