Word: hot
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Haven has been most discreet in its equinoctial diversions compared with certain residents of New Jersey for the dean of one college in that state has been forced to call the law to his aid in maintaining culture and constraining concupiscent collegians from over indulgence in hot dogs and gin neither of which is a nice complement to the other. Indeed, so violent have been the results of such admixtures that the dean has laid a curse upon road-houses and a complaint in the daily press...
...small boy going to the state university at Austin, where I lived, working at night in order that I might maintain myself and pay my way through that institution. I was walking down the street of Austin one day in the hot sun going to town and Mr. House drove by me in his one-horse buggy. He drove a one-horse buggy then; he drove it himself. No pretension; meek as he could be. And he saw a poor boy walking along in the hot sun. He knew nothing of me; he did not know my name...
Operation. In the operating room at Johns Hopkins Hospital two weeks ago the youth lay under anesthetic. His scalp had been shaved, scrubbed and treated with antiseptic. The room was hot. Dr. Dandy and his assistants, all in white, hair tied down out of sight and movement, masks over their mouths and noses, moved about. Their every action was smooth, definite, quiet. Instruments-scalpels, hemostats, forceps, needles, saws, chisels, mallet-bandages, medicaments lay in exact, orderly place. There was a contrivance, which the surgeon used later, for pumping air by a special process into the skull cavity to keep...
Admirers in the galleries showered their favorite racers with bunches of roses, lillies, Cattleya orchids. Less gallant spectators munched hot frankfurters or stretched themselves at length and snored sottishly till wakened by the shouts that meant a sprint, a jam or a tumble. Georgetti, the Italian, blew out a tire, catapulted to the track. "He is dead," an individual in a plaid suit asserted solemnly. Georgetti was already riding on. Four riders went down on a corner. One did not get up. It was Bobby Walthour. He had broken his collarbone...
...beef), welcome substitute for the sloppy, though nourishing slumgullion ' of the ration. This bacon was not so neatly packed, so elegantly handled as was the civilian product yet it was clean, wholesome, nourishing. Fragrant, crisp, dripping grease, on thick white bread and with a canteen cup full of hot coffee-"Bring on your...