Word: hat
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...lived in South Mass that year will confirm the statement. I got up early in the morning and galloped over to the flagpole and back in pajamas or I got paddled. Wearing knickers or sweaters was unknown to a freshman then, and a soup green hat always balanced 'twixt his ears. I have never heard any '33 man regret those things. Best of all, we got to know our classmates by seeing them wear a fresh hat...
Last fall freshman rules were abolished except for the hat rule. Then most of the hat wearers went on strike and nullified that one. Conditions are the same this year only worse. The result is that the class of '35 in too doggone cocky. There are a few exceptions of course, but the majority need to have the concelt paddled out of them. It was good for us two years ago and, forsooth, it would be just as good for them now. Furthermore, as far as I know freshman rules never hurt anybody very much. I would like...
...President Hoover inspected the U. S. S. Constitution when that famed old frigate tied up at Washington Navy Yard. He went poking down into her bilge where officers had to use flashlights, emerged with his grey felt hat battered out of shape by low beams. In the centre of the gun-deck President Hoover stopped to gaze at a brassbound barrel marked: GROG TUB. Commander Louis Gulliver explained that from it used to come the sailors' daily ration of a half-pint of strong drink. The President nodded, passed on silently...
...Court, as the appeal proceeded, stalked Lord Kylsant, the appellant, one of the most impressive peers in Britain, a man more than six and a half feet tall, broad in proportion and fault- lessly garbed in cutaway and silk hat. Several times the Baron arrived at Court and departed from it in his twinkling limousine. But when the time came for Mr. Justice Avory to deliver his verdict on the appeal Lord Kylsant stalked to a cell, bent his massive head to enter and seated his great frame on the small cell chair to wait...
...accompany the Union Army, record its deeds in action. The first news photographer gave up his comfortable studio, built a little black wagon for a traveling .dark room (nicknamed the "What-is-it?'' by inquisitive soldiers), and took the field in his own uniform, a floppy straw hat and a long linen duster...