Word: mooning
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...damages of $1 which he never collected, preferring to hold the court order for payment as a "vindication." In his cell he learned several languages, wrote poetry, was called "Grandpa" by other convicts. In 1923 he was supposed to have speculated by mail in the stock market, plunging on Moon Motors, Ventura Oil. When he left jail last week, he carried with him the sum of $1.60. At the State Farm Pomeroy sulked in the sunshine. He was displeased at ejection from his Charlestown "home." Silent, stolid, unsmiling, he awaited an operation for hernia...
...unobtrusively does Professor Robert Hutchings Goddard of Clark University, Worcester, Mass., work on his study of the air's upper miles by means of rockets that to many a Clark student he is only a tradition. They call him the moon man, in the inaccurate belief that he is trying to reach the moon with his missiles. Last week, Tradition Goddard detonated very loudly. From a 40-ft. steel tower he fired his latest rocket, a huge steel cylinder 9 ft. long by 2½ ft. diameter. A new propellant sent it whizzing from the ground. It rose straight...
Thus Mr. Cutten, "smallish," lean, trim, stiff-jawed, with sparse, curly silver hair and half-moon rimless glasses, the lenses cut square at the bottom, looks out under the glasses, frequently says, "Don't you .know?" in a way that more slangy persons say "Get me?" He smokes157 cigarets, stands before his office in his shirtsleeves, nods to passing stenographers, messenger boys, friends. His office is a "tiny hideout," does not carry his name on its door...
...interim. Fame had come to Floyd Dell. He had written some novels that sold [Moon Calf, The Briary Bush, This Mad Ideal]. Lately he biographed Upton Sinclair, the California liberty-shouter. The past winter the innocuous father farce Little Accident, based on his book The Unmarried Father, has been a money-getter on Broadway...
Capt. A. T. Morris of the American steamer Maracaibo, leaned over the ship's rail smoking an evening pipe, gazing at the placid harbor of Willemstad, Curaçao. A thin sliver of moon hung over the tanks of the Royal Dutch oil refinery on shore, shone on the yellow plaster façade of the Governor's Palace...