Word: mad
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Oxford was well able to speak for itself. Famed Classicist Gilbert Murray summed up the opinion of many a don: "Perfectly monstrous!" Last week Oxford with graceful malice planned to send to Germany not a delegate but an address "extolling the greatness of German learning in the past." Hopping mad when only Cambridge accepted, Rector Magnificus Groh belatedly withdrew the rest of his British invitations...
...eager allies to dispel forever the clouds of war which hover overhead now. And in those twenty-five years, Europe is thinking, what would Germany be doing? She would be rearming, strengthening herself militarily; economically; politically. Ten years and she would leap at the throat of France like a mad yet desperate dog, ready to rend from her her very life, or, if that were impossible, as much as she could safely tear off and carry away. The non-aggression pact would see the fate of many another treaty which has become inconvenient to German aspirations and intolerable...
...longer will sleepy book borrowers have to compete in the mad "9 o'clock Marathon" to the second floor of Widener Library in order to return the over-night books. There is no more danger of being trampled by the throng of anxious students on the main stairs...
...stage is "La Fiesta", with Spain in its name, its scenery, a singer, and some voluptuous Dancing Senoritas. Somehow Regis Toomy fits into this, and he is entertaining for a while. But Eddie Cantor's Mad Russian is as maddening as his boss, and makes one forget how agreeably short the vaudeville really...
...These bags are too heavy, whatcha got in 'em?" I curtly asked. The little guy looked around startled and said, "Books, why?" "You can't hand me that stuff," I bluffed. "They are books; I'm returning to teach in the University," he explained. Mad through by now, I retorted, "Feels like 'splo' (liquor) to me." Instead of getting hot under the collar the good little guy asked, "Do you work here all the time?" "No," I answered, "I'm a Sophomore in Harvard...