Word: lullingly
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...estimable elder of the Vagabond whose residence is most generally reported in the neighborhood of Mount Auburn Street took occasion the other day during the course of his annual homily on the Yale game to deprecate the excellent opportunity afforded earnest scholars by the pre-Christmas lull which is about to set in. Fully remembering the ring of this scoffing laugh, the Vagabond nevertheless clears his throat moderately and points to the lecture offerings...
...ideals, their doubts and convictions, their theories and experiences. They have unrolled a prospect wide and various across these one hundred and sixty pages, and they have adorned them with truth, as they found it, and with beauty, as they saw it. Their hope is that they may lull you into flattering agreement or sting you into critical dissent." Contributors noted: Editor Henry Hazlitt, Literary Editor of the New York Evening Sun; Psychologist Joseph Jastrow; Financier Matthew S. Sloan. President of the New York Edison Co. Fat was the fledgling Century (160 pages) few (6) its pages of paid advertising...
...caught in a riot. Grant thinks. Someone preaches a pro-slavery sermon. Lincoln thinks. A Yank soldier, intoxicated in New Orleans, raves against Creole gentility. Richmond's Spinster Araminta steals a loaf of bread. An old Jew beats a Negro woman for her prejudice against Jews. In the lull of battle, Cecile bestows her virginity on her Confederate fiance, to make his respite happy. Gettysburg scenes. New York draft riot scenes. Fragments of letters, newspapers...
...tendons, hide and even a food ball in its stomach. Recently one Ewing Waterhouse of El Paso descended the pit and found the remains, which forthwith went to Yale's Peabody Museum. It is the third and best-preserved ground sloth known, reported Yale's Richard Sivann Lull...
...Shutters go up. A factory gate rolls open. The tempo increases. People thicken the streets and the subways. It is 8 a. m. A hand seizes an electric switch. Machinery gleams in a maddening rhythm. White-hot balls become bottles. Typewriter keys dance. Faster and faster until noon. A lull. Sausages and beer. Chicken and silver platters. An elephant yawns and wags his tail slowly. Machinery moves again. So do feet, taxicabs, street cars, the arms of traffic officers. There is a suicide at the river, a bubble in the water. Workmen wash their hands and the factory gates roll...