Word: muss
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sometimes stray afield; a middle-aged married man whose thoughts always return homeward. Wilfred J. Funk dutifully summed himself up, in fact, in his opus for May 9 entitled "Symptoms," as follows: SYMPTOMS I am a sort of a cynical cuss, Mellow and mildly sarcastic. My sensibilities hardly will muss Any more; they're elastic. I have aversions-God knows it-a score- Motor trips, talkies, recitals, College reunions-they all are a bore Paining me deep in my vitals. I dislike dancing-at least with a And only when I am drinking; Cabarets long ago lost their appeal...
...program for today's recital follows: O Welt, ich muss dich lassen Brahms Hyfrodol Williams
...told him it wasn't no last scene and my shoes hurt. It didn't even muss his hair. So he said as how his colledge was giving a dance. Guess the colledge, Ha. Ha. So I said who was they giving it to. And he said me, did I want to go. Is it a union dance I asked, remembering that my mother draws the line somewhere. No he said it was not a union dance but another kind of dance in the real colleege stile, so I said where and he said at Brattle Hall the night...
...Hans Breitenstraeter and Sampson entered the ring together. Sampson has a weaving, elbowing way with him. Breitenstraeter was no Goliath. The first round was fierce. The second round was a great muss and Breitenstraeter was knocked down. In the third round Sampson swung a great blow at Hans Breitenstraeter's jaw. The umpire bent over Hans' prostrate form: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, kaputt...
...about the decadence of American letters. "Well, 'Glory', ole girl . . . they went an' busted up the shipyard; they went an' filled the harbor with bo'ts made o gingerbread an paint, that come a-scurryin' back to their moorin's a fore it blows hard enough to muss a woman's hair. Not much like ye, them yachts. I'd like to see one o'them bo'ts beatin' round the Horn an' up to Californy in ninety-two days! That's what ye done, ole girl! Praise be there's some as ain't forgot it! Maybe some...