Word: lads
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...born, the son of many generations of American farmers, on cleared land in the foothills of the Cumberlands, 100 miles from the nearest railroad. As a lad he rafted his father's logs 200 miles down the Cumberland River to market...
...than ever moved by the same emotions, instincts and interests as the single individual. It is conceivable that a dictator awakening one morning with a bellyache might throw his country into a war which might never have happened if he had taken a cathartic the night before." As a lad, Webb Miller was inordinately impressed with the works of Henry David Thoreau, found in that gentle naturalist's Walden a blueprint for human peace & happiness. As a man, though he still carries a tattered copy of Walden wherever he goes, Webb Miller rounds off his memoirs by sombrely remarking...
...polling was taken in great seriousness, as story after story was received about a girl shivering in the cold or rain until a "second" arrived. Many a lad told such hard luck stories as not being able to take piano lessons from a female teacher in his own abode or not being able to receive furniture from a spinster aunt who had driven many miles to bequeath it. A large number of people expressed their willingness to abide by stringent parietal rules if only the various house common rooms be open to females without registration...
When Laurence Housman (Victoria Regina) published his first book of poems in 1895, his older brother Alfred wrote him: "I had far far rather have my poems mistaken as yours, than your poems mistaken as mine." In his will the solitary author of A Shropshire Lad gave his brother permission "to publish any poems which appear to him to be completed and to be not inferior to the average of my published poems." Last week Laurence offered a selection of 48 lyrics which he found among his distinguished brother's papers, in a volume that...
Pulling at their old-and-mild in the local pub last week, Norfolk yokels guffawed with native pride as they read in London's Sunday Referee all about their 103-year-old pal George Skeet, "Britain's most wonderful father." A lad of 25 in 1858, George took a wife, who bore him two sons now aged 60 and 69. "The marriage," reported the Referee, "pursued the unruffled happiness of a rural England idyll till George was eighty-eight." Then his wife died. George, however, "felt that he had years ahead of him." At 90 he took...