Word: hashed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...constructive criticism. Despite their tremendous pressure for time, graders should comment on exams--telling students what they have done wrong and how they can tackle their errors. Coupled with expanded office hours and discussion in sections,--History 61 holds fine "bitch sessions" in which instructors and students hash over examinations--such comments could put a lot of wavering students back in business. As long as the college gives so much weight to its exams, the student ought to know as much as he can about how he is hitting them...
...Jake Kramer, 28, king of the pro tennis players, looked a little gaunt at 162 Ibs. For two years, from Madrid to Melbourne, he had been eating in hotels and hash-houses, sleeping when he could, trying to stay fit for one big match after another. Last week Big Jake cast a quizzical eye upon 190-lb. Pancho Gonzales, 21, twice U.S. amateur champion and current aspirant to Kramer's professional throne. Said Kramer: "He'll melt off some of that weight, and every pound will make it tougher on me. Pancho didn't get enough work...
Chromatics & Hash. The cantata itself had been whooped up, among others, by Composer Roy Harris ("a sense of strength ... I wonder where Grandstaff heard choral singing so brilliant"), and Big Spring bigwigs had watered down the Tennessee authorities. Last week, accompanied by a grim, 200-lb., two-gunned Big Spring sheriff, R. E. Wolf, and a smiling Shine Philips, Composer Grandstaff was flown to Texas by private plane to hear his cantata sung...
What Honored Guest Grandstaff and a packed audience in Big Spring Municipal Auditorium heard was a half hour of music which made up in lyrical lustiness what it lacked in originality: a kind of chuckwagon hash-sometimes tasty-made like every cowboy-and-plains song ever written. Composer Grandstaff himself admitted, "It's chaotic in places. There are times when I get lost . . . and I use chromatics ... to get back on the track...
Along West Madison Street, within sight of the handsome Daily News skyscraper, sprawls the noisome slum of saloons, hash-joints, missions and flophouses that Chicago calls Skid Row. One morning last June, as he picked his way to work through Skid Row's reeking garbage and broken bottles, and stepped past the bodies of sleeping derelicts on the sidewalks, Daily News Managing Editor Everett C. Norlander felt his stomach turn over. His next reaction was that he was walking through a good story. When he got to his office, he called in two young rewrite men and asked...