Word: jacked
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Jack Lewis said last night that the only reason Hamilton won was because of the presence in its lineup of Bennet Forbes, last year's Varsity Polo captain...
...their good, gold-laden friends, the American tourists. Instead of arriving at an average rate of 5,000 per month, tourists scurried away from the Isles of Rest. On the Furness Monarch of Bermuda's, last trip-the ship was painted gloomy grey-she was loaded to the jack-stays with tourists hurrying home. Last week Bermudians were momentarily bucked to hear that the Holland-American luxury liner Nieuw Amsterdam (capacity 1,000) had taken over the suspended Furness, Withy & Co. contract, and was sailing from Manhattan. They were let down again when they heard that the passenger list...
Each summer, to the smoke-blackened, pseudo-Renaissance pile of the Carnegie Institute at Pittsburgh come canvases from all over Europe and the U. S. for the Carnegie International, world's biggest competitive show of contemporary painting. In the Institute's galleries they are expertly hung by Jack Nash, a slight, nervous, white-pated ex-jockey. Once the jury of award did the hanging, but for the past 20 years Director Homer Saint-Gaudens has given the job to Jack, who pays small heed to names, more to effect. Jack has seen enough Carnegie juries in action...
Last month an international jury of artists* examined the 348 pictures Jack Nash had hung. Each judge had 15 stickers the first day and seven slips of paper the second, strolled through the galleries, licking, sticking, narrowing down the field for the final choices. Last week 5,000 well-dressed people surged up the Institute's broad marble stairs to open Pittsburgh's social season and the 37th International. They spent more time looking at each other than they did at the pictures. But all of them at least glanced at Georgia Jungle. Jack Nash, as usual...
...bewitches the servants, bedevils his nurse. Snaps he to "Miss Bedpan": "My great-aunt Jennifer . . . lived to be 102 and when she was three days dead she looked better than you do now." But the last word is hers: "If Florence Nightingale had nursed you, she would have married Jack the Ripper instead of founding the Red Cross...