Word: napkined
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...were patient, he was clearly uneasy. He looked at his watch and groomed his pencil for singing the yellow slip in record time. But no yellow slip appeared. His face contorted with agony as the minutes passed. Finally, seeing an idle waitress across the room, he snatched up his napkin and rushed to her table. Over his shoulder he explained to his startled companious, "I'm going to see 'Top Hat' tonight; prices change at six-thirty...
...other eccentricities: he always ar ranged his knife and fork on his plate so that they should not point at his breast, was forever washing his hands, could not bear anything made of cotton. It still sets his teeth on edge to think of wiping his mouth with a napkin; he does it with the back of his hand...
...there is now an extensive collection of the correspondence of the various members of the classes as well as the University records relating to their attendance at class and chapel, their parentage cards, and their records as kept by the deans' office. Among the more curious contributions are several napkin rings, a white silk necktie which was worn at the commencement of 1862, and a diploma which was put in a safe when the Chicago fire threatened the house and which was subjected to such intense heat that the 10 by 17 parchment shrunk to about 5 by 7 without...
...Church's 8,222 parishes and missions, that at Holy Communion all who wish to partake shall go to the altar rail and take a sip of sherry from a common chalice. The cup may be wiped from time to time with a "purificator napkin. Last week The Churchman, liberal fortnightly, which has crusaded against Cinema Tsar Will Hays, "Buchmanism" and various Episcopal bishops,* was battling vigorously against the common cup. Its chief exhibits appeared on its letter page: "I wish here to record the revolting experience of a friend of mine at the communion rail. It occurred many...
...furiously it all wagged and wagged." With such arrestingly waggish words Author Fannie Hurst (Mrs. Jacques S. Danielson) this week slapped down the first course of her latest table d'hote, Anitra's Dance. Many a reader whose appetite rejoices in hearty fare tucked in his napkin, smacked his lips and fell to with a will. His nose immediately told him that here was another full-fleshed Hurstwurst, stuffed to bursting point, garnished with garlic, well-lapped in rich gravy. Critics of Fannie Hurst call her the most violent of domesticated female writers, say that her characters...