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Word: hit (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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Lolling each night before palpitant play-goers at Vienna, a black buck Negro toys with white, honey-haired girls, boasting that no woman of their race has yet resisted him. The scene is the climax of Johnnie, a jazz opera now the hit-show of Vienna. One night last week, race-conscious Austrian students rebuked the decadence of an audience which was applauding Johnnie by tossing from the balcony numerous assorted smoke, stench and sneeze bombs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AUSTRIA: Ordeal by Bombs | 2/13/1928 | See Source »

...difficulty in keeping peace with the thirty books that are being published each day Mr. Sterling, even though he knows little of fifteen minute education and has practically ignored the Harvard reading period, declared that he could read 15 or 20 books a day. At this gait he would hit, he was bound to admit, only the higher dirty spots of our modern mound builders...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SOLID STERLING | 2/9/1928 | See Source »

...Freshmen are in good shape with the exception of R. S. Ogden '31, who was hit in the eye during practice yesterday, it was doubtful last night whether he would be able to play to today's conflict...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: 1931 HOCKEY TEAM WILL FACE EXETER SIX TODAY | 2/4/1928 | See Source »

...moves slowly towards the door, sways slightly, impervious to the thunder which rises like a cloud from the floor, trembles in the pendant air. The courage of Smith. Coward! I lack the ordinary manhood to rise and hand in this paper. When I was twelve years old . . . my stepfather hit me on the head with a paper-weight, . . . surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. I will sit here, afraid to leave until the last minute has ticked itself into obscurity, because an inferiority complex shall follow me all the days of my life...

Author: By A. T. R., | Title: THE CRIME | 2/1/1928 | See Source »

...college, I did not recognize your intention. Lay not that Battering unction to they soul. Bloody, but unbowed. I could, except for my pride . . . on yet. I have my pride . . . tell you the story of my childhood. You would pity me then. It would rate an A. My father hit me on the head with a paper-weight, one summer by the sea, bluer than a vast, incalculable blue book, gleaming in the sun. Beauty. But there is no need to tell you this. You could never appreciate it. Permit me, with my sincerest congratulations upon an examination flawless...

Author: By A. T. R., | Title: THE CRIME | 2/1/1928 | See Source »

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