Word: harshe
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...harsh arm of the law descended Allen Kellogg Philbrick '35 secretary the Harvard Chapter of the N.S.L. at night when he was apprehended in or act of stuffing anti-Hitler propaganda down a blower in the German cruiser "Karlsruhe" now at anchor in the Charlestown Navy Yard...
...comes the sad part of the tale. The accidental upsetting of a goblet, and the consequent tinkling of broken glass precipitated violent action. In a black thunder-cloud of wrath descended His Majesty harsh words rasped as lightning flared forth; and the much-taken-aback Commander of the Carrot, feeling on a par with the meanest of his spud-skinning scullions slunk with his companion out of the abode of the Mighty with his tall between his legs. That is why Waistootts and He-Men have not recently been found in especial Presidential favor...
...announcer for the meet. Every solution, from Joe Humphries to Cliff Jackson, was offered but none seemed to fit. Finally in desperation, Carroll Getchell solved the matter in a trice. Mrs. McCallum in the Employment Office was called and instructed to send over three or four students with harsh powerful voices. Latest advices do not indicate whether or not she had found qualified applicants but when they finally do appear, the Stadium will be treated to a hog-calling contest. Led by Mr. Getchell, the trio will troup down to Soldiers Field and howl till the colonnades ring. The winner...
...amazement of the world. Kentucky historians record the incident. It can be verified by files of the Louisville Courier-Journal, now owned by our Ambassador to the Court of St. James's, Robert Worth Bingham. I remember the uproar as of yesterday. Dickens had indulged in harsh criticism of Kentuckians which was instantly resented as described. Get history straight, and tell it that every time a Kentuckian had a fight after that he tried to "Knock the Dickens Out of His Opponent." True as Gospel...
Motionless on a white-covered table, small and insignificant in the harsh brilliance of overhead lamps, a fox terrier listed in the laboratory records as Lazarus II lay last week in a gloomy old building on the University of California's campus. White-clad figures moved in & out of the glare, watching the creature they had asphyxiated with ether and nitrogen. Lazarus II's heart stopped beating and he no longer breathed. His shoe-button eyes were glazed. Lazarus II was dead...