Word: pickings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Critics Moseley pick Harvard to be Cross tonight, but Sage of Age he think Crimson not de-Ford ten thousand men of victory. With good Harlow blocking Crusaders will have to Gavin and will find none can Kidd Harvard. If Kelly say to Crusaders quote Yablonsky backsky homesky unquoto Purple may turn Curley tall and Linqua no lonqua. Prediction of Sage: Harvard 14, Holy Cross 12. Other scores, Yale, 13, Penn 13; Ethiopia 4.562, Italy 778. Kindest regards all friends...
...wish to become neither directors nor curators of museums. Not even connoisseurs, cirtics, or teachers of the arts. All these occupations imply specialization. The large majority of students wish merely to acquire an appreciation of art, so that they may in the future enjoy museums, and be able to pick out good modern prints, pictures, or reproductions for the decoration of their own homes...
...record for distance flown; thunderous applause would echo from the stands. The befuddled gladiators would turn quizzical faces to the crowd, wondering what they had done to win so much praise. A small boy who was collecting the paper craft was advised to go out into the field to pick them up, or at least to ask the gentleman in white to hand them to him. "Kings Ransom the World's Best Scotch", outlined in crimson against the blue vaults of the heavens, attracted a few bleary eyes. But on the field, even the doodlebug tricks of the invaders...
...addition to his contempt order he had two new warrants, one calling for the arrest of John Crempa for malicious mischief, another for Mrs. Crempa's arrest on charges of assaulting sheriff's officers (during the surveying party ruckus). It was easy to pick up John Crempa's son on a contempt charge last week at the riding academy. The next afternoon the sheriff sent eight deputies to seize the bodies of John and Sophie Crempa. As usual the Crempa grounds were deserted, the house looked vacant, the blinds were down. The posse's commander...
When Flaxie & Dan tried and failed again, their owner threw down his hat and gave up hope. Then lanky Russell Sando drove out the Statler Farm's former champions. Rock & Tom. Scorning to pick his ground, but hitching where Contractor Adrian's horses had left the load, he quieted his prancing giants, then eased their reins and let them lean into their collars. When he clucked them "G-up!" they heaved, set leather straining and tug chains tight. Whipping and rein-slapping are not allowed but were not needed to keep Rock & Tom's huge hoofs pounding...