Word: grinds
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...unrest became drastic. Prof. Richard Burton, of the University of Min- nesota, took Why Go To College for a text and preached the exclusion from seats of learning, not only of the "cake eater" (see above), but also of that "monument of misapplied energy" and "machinelike assiduity," the dig, grind, poler, swatter, the "young man or woman of mediocre or worse calibre who lacks initiative, personality, creative energy. . . ." Prof. Burton, a man evidently conversant with culture in many forms, was scornful of that form which is "a sort of contagion; you get it by being exposed...
...extend our heartfelt sympathy to those unfortunates whom the hard decrees of a cruel fate and a more cruel faculty, doom to stay in Cambridge during the recess. As for those who reject the blessed privilege of leaving college for a few days,--who stay in Cambridge to grind we can only pity for their foolishness, and pass them by. To those whom no power without nor inanity within can keep in Cambridge, we wish the best of good times...
Since Salome's time, many a man has lost his head over a pretty pair of legs and a smile. It is not to be wondered at, therefore, that Columbia oarsmen have turned to the ballet during the tedious winter months. Tank rowing is said to be a terrible grind. And who is better qualified to develop rhythm and form than a Ziegfeld beauty...
...temptation has fewer followers nowadays. With steam vessels, the foremost part of seamanship is to keep them headed into a storm. What danger then? Very little, unless the captain be drunk?or unless her driving force go bad, her propeller shaft be broken, her engines stop in their ceaseless grind. In these days of several screws and several turbines, even that danger is minimized. The leviathans may flout the sea until some day?who can tell??the unpredictable, the improbable, may turn itself into a fact...
There was some excitement. Friends of the riders would come, bringing bands, flags, popcorn, whiskey, noise. Now and again an ambitious rider, chafing at the long grind, would flash forth and seek to lap the field with a burst of speed. The pack would leap out in pursuit, catch him, or he it, from the rear, then settle down again. Every few hours came compulsory sprints, for points. And bored spectators would sometimes get the announcer's ear, offer $20, $100, to the winner of a special sprint. Megaphoned to, the riders would tense, dart away, tear over the line...