Word: hazing
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...arches. How to break a rudder rope and not get it tangled with the bow, how to get into a shell after a crew has pushed off, without adopting the woeful methods of Buster Keaton, and how to steer a course nor'nor' east by nor' through the murky haze of the basin will be considered in every detail. The hardest feat to master, that of coxing two miles in a tight race and keeping the remnants of vocal cords in their natural position, will be the final triumph of the school...
...then passes by on the other side. On he goes over the bridge to the Left Bank and there he stops again, this time for an Anise de Lozo and following effects are appropriately blurred. A solo violin suggestive of charming broken English is first to clear away the haze. There comes a swift transition and Gershwin has the blues, bad blues, until he meets a friend, starts off again jauntily to a final noisy walking theme that foretells an hilarious evening...
...Capri. Hayes was 22, the son of an East Side Manhattan Irish baker; he was 5 ft. 3 ¾ in. tall and his number was 26. One hot. windless day. late in July, a gun was fired, and the runners strung out along the road, jogging slowly in the haze of early afternoon...
...aroused the nervous ire of Eckener, who frantically waved the annoying flea away, but not before excellent shots of the gaping wound in the port stabilizer had been obtained. Somewhere near the Harlem River the ship dipped her nose?notice of an impending countermarch?and turned. Through the tweedy haze she followed the Hudson and was lost to view in a brace of minutes. It was twilight when the Zeppelin, her cabin lights aglow, settled to a lower level. Lady Grace Drummond Hay peered from a window, cried, "Hello," waved her hand. The landing crew, 450 in number, grasped...
...October afternoons there is a dim smoke-blue haze lying mystically over the regions up the Charles. The Boston College tower rises almost old-world through the enchantment of diffused sunlight and even the Brighton abattoir deludes one into a vague resentment against its vociferous detractors. The passing of slim, long, smoothly-swinging eights, joyful with the leisurely power of an early season paddle but intensifies the easy rhythm of the scene, while an artistic contrast is afforded by the soft pad-padding of the occasional cross-country candidate. Through the trees the glimpses of the fields persuade one that...