Word: grown
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...dexterity of the band; My, she opines, they certainly know their P's and Q's. Yes, replies the long suffering relative, and their D's and H's. Her own belief is that the young lady in front has been taking rum for a cold and consequently has grown evorish. Slow, heavy, this number can he relied upon to hold her own by sheer onderous weight...
...each one personally. "I consider it a great compliment the President of the United States has paid me. I hope he never will regret the confidence he has placed in me." To close friends, he voiced regret at being obliged to leave his Minneapolis home for Washington. He has grown fond of the Minnikahda Golf Club*; where he has often swung along the course at a business-like clip, as likely as not telling jokes about his Scotch ancestors. "The only thing my Scotch blood doesn't make me close about is my golf score...
...thoughts are a tissue of memories,, remembrances of bright small faces, of intense childish devotions, of games of hide-and-seek, all woven together in a dark shining maze, blown and changing like the leaves on an autumn lawn. Then suddenly she hears that the children next door, grown up now, are coming back to live in the old house. Charlie, the most beautiful of them all, was killed in the War, but there will be Marietta, whom Charlie had astoundingly married, and the three boys, Martin & Roddy & Julian. Always these three crowded her mind, always she was held apart...
This time she had grown up to them. When Roddy said, "I love you," Judith forgot his warning. When he met her the next day he said, "I thought that was what you wanted: what you were asking for. . . . I'm sorry, I apologize. I . . . ." She said good-by to Roddy and let Martin think she would marry him. Then she broke her engagement and went to France, whither Julian followed her to ask her to be his mistress. This, too, was a dusty answer to what she desired. In England she went to meet Jennifer again, but Jennifer...
When the god of football reform has grown bloated, frenzied, and irrational it is not unpleasant to make a pilgrimage to his defeated deity--the gargantuan idol with feet of clay. Thus an October afternoon spent witnessing an old and popular sport is an effective antidote to an over-dose of over-emphasis; illusions concerning the importance of football games have been partially removed and the result is that the logical attitude towards the game--that of sanity, that which minimizes both defeats and victories--is once more practicable. Saturday afternoons are seen in a more normal light: as occasions...