Word: lapping
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Tonio Selwart, an ingratiating actor of the Francis Lederer type), a Hessian deserter to the cause of Liberty & Equality. Mistress Prudence, having invited him to bed because firewood is dear, climbs in with her clothes on, sits there with the blanket wrapped about her in the manner of a lap robe and, as a final guarantee of innocence, pulls down a centreboard between them. All this provides Mr. & Mrs. Langner with plenty of material for salty preliminary lines, occupies two acts of their comedy. A fire-eating Virginia cavalryman, a hell-scorched preacher and a bumbling sheriff...
This was a threat that no railroadman (except the heads of the seven key roads) could ignore- particularly Daniel Willard, whose efficient and progressive B. & O. Messrs. Prince & Barriger planned to dump into the lap of its big rival, Pennsylvania. Last week at a Baltimore banquet, Lawyer John J. Cornwell, onetime Governor of West Virginia and now B. & O.'s general counsel, told the world what was going through Daniel Willard's long head. "This so-called Prince plan . . . is destructive in every phase except as to the interests of the seven big railroads in the country...
...House play, which he played quite without fault (Cf. Dekker's "The Shoemaker's Holiday," Mermaid edition). Cats are great favorites with him; he has been known to spend five or ten minutes at a stretch gazing into the eyes of his tabby while it sits in his lap. Just love, apparently. Crayon-drawings of past cats in his life stood about the Head Tutor's rooms in Eliot House for the two years of his incumbency...
...found her, was caught in a red-handed murder. It took a military tribunal and a firing squad to set Grammy really free. "He heard a rumble and roar, like a thousand peals of thunder, and he landed squarely in the middle of Free Heaven, right on the lap of the Sweet God A'mighty King Jesus...
...down and regaining speed. The water was smooth when the boats roared out across the start and for just that instant it looked as though Gar Wood might have a race on his hands. By the time Miss America X reached the second turn on the first seven-mile lap, the possibility had disappeared. Miss Britain III, almost a mile behind, was chugging along smoothly but a little pathetically, at 66 m.p.h. to Miss America's easy 88. Wood throttled his boat down to 85 for the next lap, 82 for the third, a bare 80 for the fourth...