Word: objections
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...party, ran with Democrats, Republicans, Sons of the Wild Jackass, Farmer Laborites, at will. On "Calendar Wednesdays," when his colleagues left the clerk of the House to drone away hundreds of petty little bills to keep the folks back home happy, LaGuardia was usually pres-ent to object to the more flagrant bits of logrolling. He made Prohibitionist William David ("Earnest Willie") Upshaw's life a burden, advocated $150,000,000 enforcement appropriations to make the nation rebel against Prohibition. In 1919, on a Republican ticket with Socialist backing, he was elected President of New York's Board...
...easy. They might well have thrown a bridge across the stream from Gerry's Landing, but that, ah, that was too hard. The bridgebuilders had hydrophobia, a condition unusual in bridgebuilders, and calling for unusual measures. Eureka, they would build the bridge on dry land! Did one but object that such a bridge would not span the river, the masters of the scheme should shake their heads wisely and murmur, "Mahomet!" So the river will be brought to the bridge...
Expert testimony had tended to show that it was impossible for Marinus van der Lubbe alone to have fired the Reichstag, as his confession insisted. Object of the prosecution was to show that the other defendants were his accomplices. Object of the defense was to show that Nazi Storm Troopers instigated and abetted Marinus van der Lubbe, so that Chancellor Hitler could win the March election on the issue of a Communist plot to seize the State...
...When a ball goes out of bounds, or when it is downed within 10 yd. of a sideline, it shall be brought 10 yd. in from the sideline for the next play. Object: to eliminate the waste of out-of-bounds plays formerly made to get the ball brought into free playing position...
...would have written this communication sooner but for a certain fear I had of making myself an object of ridicule. But tonight as I sat at my desk glancing through the pages of the CRIMSON I saw something that made my heart leap for joy. All praise to Mr. A. C. B., '37! Yes, I speak of the bell. Is it, may I ask, a time-revered Harvard Institution? No? Then away with it! It is, you say? Then let the University beware, for some fine morning (--and what a morning it will be!) the bell will not be heard...