Word: hoppin
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Harvard, but did put in "a few years" at Muhlenberg College. He plays poor golf, does not ride to hounds, has no relatives at J. P. Morgan's. At 27 he has been in Wall Street barely long enough to learn the ropes with his Uncle Harold at Hoppin Bros. Last week young Broker Haughey found himself scheduled to get Richard Whitney's seat on the New York Stock Exchange.. He had not asked for it, had merely filed a bid of $59,000. Since this was $7,000 above the previous sale, which...
...adjoining room are a selection of Greek vases, mainly from the Hoppin Collection. Outstanding is the great amphora that was a Panathenaic prize. Across the room are decorative arts from Mediterranean lands. Terra cotta figurines from Tanagra, phials of Roman glass, and Tuscan gold earrings are preeminent in this group...
Alan S. Harrington, J. Spence Harvin, Stanley W. Herzfeld, James C. Hopkins, Jr., Henry P. Hoppin, William W. Hunt, Danforth Jackson, William S. Knowles, Charles W. Lawrence, Adrian F. Levy, Roger C. Lyndon, John D. Maloy, Lewis H. Mills, Robert H. Morse, Henry S. Mowbray, Robert D. Nuner, Schuyler Pardee, Constantine W. Patterson, S. Allen Pendleton, George W. Phillips, Benjamin Pitman, Jr., Edward P. Richardson, Jr., Edward H. Schoyer, Paul P. Selvin, Willard P. Sheppard, Jr., Edric B. Smith, Jr., Gray Taylor, Elkan Turk, Jr., George S. Viereck, Jr., Hugh G. Williams, David B. Wire, Richard Witkin...
Newton made a good start when Feinberg took Morgan O'B. Preston 18-15, 15-6, and 15-11. Goldberg won a closer game from Henry P. Hoppin...
...fine day. Much oblige, Heavenly Father. The sun shines so pretty. The purtes thang. . . . Hush, son, you talkin like a fool. Hush now, son, old boy. . . . Pore old Capm man. Pore old hoppin and cussin rascal. Make bricks all summer. . . . And, Heavenly Father, who art up yonder, all we got now is bricks. Mom and Violet and Macon and Big Sister and me squattin in corners munchin a brick apiece. Not eem gravy or sweetenin either. . . . Hello, Tooter. How you? . . . Oh, kissin runs in our family. . . . Hello, Shackle. Hidy-do, good-lookin. How you? Oh, I'm all right...