Word: hob
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...World War II, G.I.s were being taught to say: "Cut-im grass belong head belong me" ("I want a haircut"), and the 23rd Psalm was still going native in a wide variety of ways: e.g., Australia's "Big Name watchem sheepysheep. Watchum blackfella. No more belly cry fella hob . . ."; New Guinea's "Deus iwas gut long mi, im igifim mi ol samtig...
...modern English ghost stories in this anthology do not have the shudder value of the old bloody-head and clinking-chain school. Instead of haunting damp Ruddigorean castles, most contemporary ghosts seem to have settled into fashionable flats, where they play hob with the call bells and the central heating. Moreover, the authors in Editor Asquith's collection have adulterated an old-fashioned art form with Freudian complexes and social crisis; they have forgotten that the one thing a ghost story does not need is a rational explanation...
...most public-school superintendents and other taxpayers well know, many school boards are composed of public-spirited, well-intentioned citizens who don't know the first thing about overseeing a school system. Such boards often meet in secret and in ignorance, raise hob with sound budgets, scare off competent instructors, fiddle while schoolhouses crumble and educators burn. Many a board keeps no minutes of what good or ill it does...
Finding a new Copy Editor for the Yearbook is not going to he may," Mrs. Butler added. A junior or senior should fill the hob, she said, and added, "we hope we can get someone with organizing ability...
...authentic Lillie moments. But much of the material-skit or song, new or old, even as famous as Three Little Fishies-is either not very good in itself or not what Bea can do best. In the past, she has been most glorious upsetting full-stage apple carts, playing hob with vast production numbers; the atmosphere here dwindles, in more ways than one, to that of a nightclub. Bea's gifts at times seem almost as wasted as they are wonderful...