Word: moment
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Five of the six New England Governors (all but Rhode Island's Aram J. Pothier) sat down together in the waiting room of Boston's new North Station. The room had been converted for the moment into a banquet hall. They watched a light go on, made speeches. The light-lighter was, of course, President Coolidge, button-pushing in Washington. To President George Hannauer of the Boston & Maine R. R., President Coolidge telegraphed: ". . . The building is a credit to your company and the city." ¶ In consideration of $15.50, the State of Virginia issued a nonresident hunting license...
...Harvard eleven held the Blue cohorts to a 0 to 0 tie, in weather the most unfavorable. The 1926 fray in the Bowl is remembered by undergraduates for the Harvard touchdown brought about by a pass, Henry Chauncey '27 to W.G. Saltonstall '28, which gave the Crimson rooters a moment of hope. The game ended, however, with Yale in the lead, 12 to 7. Last year's tilt in the Stadium brought out the steady power the Blue held over the Crimson and the Elis again returned to New Haven with a victory over Harvard. The score...
...Yale football rally is abolishing a tradition. One might feel a little guilty about that, did he not know that the tradition has been soured by unspontaneity. The game is where it has always been, on the knees of the gods and the linemen. And at the needful moment, in the Yale Bowl, it will be for the cheering section to show that Harvard's old and inextinguishable pride in the Harvard team has lost nothing more than a blurring anachronism." November...
...There are rare moments in sport when a game becomes more than a game; when chance permits a climax beyond the ability of art, to arrange a climax remote from the pattern of the game and in itself glorious or sad. Such a moment occurred last week at the end of the football game in which Notre Dame played against the Army...
...passed on, trunks filled with costumes which were white and ruffled, sleek and black, cloudy and lacey: trunks for gay mantillas, for red and green and golden slippers. Even customs officers looked their awe. Such colors, such stuffs were rare. Such charm was rare too, but at the moment no commensurate assurance swelled the breast of the sparkling creature. To be sure she was La Argentina, the Spanish dancer* who as a child was première danseuse classique at the Royal Opera in Madrid, as a mature artist the rage of Berlin, of Paris...