Word: parcell
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Princeton cigars have not arrived. Ten wistful goal-post guardians stand and wait at the Brighton police station. Though the post man brings no parcel, the blue-coats trust in the Tiger. They are without hats but not without faith...
...those who worked in his store. He never allowed John Shedd to make change for a customer. On the long counter, polished and fragrant with the memory of countless bags of coffee and packages of flour and chocolate pushed across its surface, John Shedd did up his parcel, tool: the customer's coin, and stood waiting for his boss (who was usually occupied elsewhere) to come and get the change out of the cash-drawer. Time was wasted; customers grew impatient. One day a woman make an urgent petition...
They stood in the hallway of the bishop of their diocese-young Jack and Bernardone and the bishop. At their feet was a parcel of rich woven-stuffs, linen and cloth of gold, a silver altar cloth, a sword-belt. The bishop, brown and quiet, was explaining something, half-humorously, to Pietro Bernardone; the merchant seemed too angry to hear him. Had he ever denied his son anything? Why, Jack's friends called him Francis because of his rich ways. And now to turn thief. If Jack had asked he would have given him that bundle of gewgaws...
Shortly it appeared that the Liberals were reluctant to follow leader George into a situation which might restore him to all his old prestige if the panacea "worked"; and might brand the Liberal Party as a parcel of radicals if the measure failed either in Parliament or later. As always the wily George threatened and yielded adroitly. He swore that he would resign from the party and go "out into the wilderness." He cajoled his old follower, Sir Alfred Mond, a bitter foe of land nationalization. At length he yielded, just soon enough to secure notable concessions as a reward...
...know of no more vigorous satire on art and art thinking than the scene in a Greenwich Village backyard where poets, press agents, and actresses talk their way to success among cocktails and tea. This man and woman are not idly and stupidly rebellious, but they are part and parcel of the world in which they live, trying as any sane person must, to find common sense in the current confusion of ideas and the steel clatter of the machine age. They go out into the world at the very hour of the funeral of the girl's mother; after...