Word: grips
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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From the minute Shirley Mann began to sing "I'm Checking Home Now" till the ensemble's final triumphant warning that "The Cradle Will Rock," Marc Blitzstein's music drama had a sympathetic Sanders Theatre audience. Saturday night. If the test of a good play is its grip on the listeners, then "The Cradle" was a success...
Stocky, ruddy, blond George Rea's first act as president of the Curb was to go down on the floor and shake hands with every member there. His grin and his grip augured well for his regime. "The only question on Rea," wrote the Journal-American's Financial Columnist Leslie Gould, "is why would he leave Honolulu . . . when almost anyone downtown would swap a Stock Exchange seat for a good palm tree...
Detroit editors listened intently to some motor and oil bigwigs who said there would be no European war, and who welcomed Hitler's firming grip on Central Europe because, they said, it would bring order out of chaos there. Exciting to Detroit was the thought that the new Dodge truck plant, world's largest, could be transformed overnight to produce shells, cannon or airplanes. Detroit editors differed with their tycoons: they believed European war inescapable, U. S. participation almost obligatory. Men-in-the-street did not yet take the situation personally, but newsstand sales were far above normal...
Lined up on Massachusetts Avenue, grinning obscenely down over Harvard Yard, there is a row of intellectual brothels. Every year they are patronized by two-thirds of the student body; every year they flout with greater insolence the decency and respectability of this College. Their grip has tightened until they threaten to constrict all the life and all the vitality from the Harvard system, and the moral degeneration for which they are responsible is cumulative. They are making a mockery of a Harvard education; a lie of a Harvard diploma...
Down the alley now the pins looked hazy. Bowler McGeorge felt a little sick at his stomach. His palms sweated so that he had to dry them. He dabbed his fingers with chalk, got a grip of sorts on himself, picked up the ball, sighted down the maple strip, and let fly. It was his only erratic shot. There was a gasp as it crossed over, broke toward the Brooklyn (left) side. But on the left side is the 1-2 pocket, which bowlers sometimes call Last Chance Gulch, and right in there Bowler McGeorge's last straying hook...