Word: poked
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When twins came along the doctor charged double, "and from that minute on ever' bill has doubled it seems like." While waiting for times to get better they fortify themselves with a helpful game. While eating a breakfast consisting of only black coffee "we poke the fun at rich people and pretend that we are having just what we want. We ask each other polite-like to have toast and jelly and bacon and eggs and it shore helps...
...weary Harvardite returning to Cambridge after a strenuous New York weekend had the good fortune to witness an exceptional example of this Service. Before the train pulled into each station the conductor would poke his head inside the door and moan a sorrowful "Stamford," or "Bridgeport," or "Saybrook." However when the train was approaching the captial of Rhode Island, the monotony was broken. The conductor opened the door to make his usual station identification, but he was a changed man. The sterling spirit of the N.Y., N.H. & H. asserted itself as he loudly proclaimed. "The next station is Providence, just...
...outstanding performer for the Crimson was Dave Eaton, second-line center, whose poke-checking harried the Canadians and broke up their attack consistently. He also figured in Harding's second period goal...
Biggest sourdough storyteller was the Reunion's retiring president, Michael Ambrose Mahoney of Ottawa, Ont., who flew to Portland in a checkered jacket. Big Mike Mahoney, who is supposed to have retired with $250,000 in his poke, spends most of his time at luncheons and banquets reciting Poet Robert W. Service's doleful ballads Dangerous Dan McGrew and The Cremation of Sam McGee. According to Mr. Mahoney, he was present, along with Poet Service, when a crazed engineer named Madden burst into the Dominion saloon at Dawson and shot Gambler McGrew for running away with his wife...
...troops under his command ride in motor trucks, that even the island's garbage is collected by motor lorry, so it is unseemly, illogical, ridiculous and in bad taste that their Governor, who is, moreover, the King's representative, cannot have a car, but must poke about on foot or use a horse and carriage. Members of the Assembly pricked this pompous British argument with Bermuda chuckles which swelled into a laugh. They again voted that in Bermuda nobody can have a car on the public roads (they are allowed on private estates), recalled the immortal words...