Word: pooping
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...halted the electric ammunition hoists; a fourth tore away the bridge and wireless room. The second raider circled astern and attacked from Rawalpindi's, port side, but she fought on for half an hour until her last gun was silenced and she was ablaze everywhere except forecastle and poop. Of three boatloads of survivors, two were believed captured by Deutschland. All remaining hands perished when, after burning four hours, Rawalpindi turned turtle to starboard and foundered. Another British cruiser, speeding to the scene, was too late to catch the raiders, who slipped away in stormy darkness. Search for them...
...made the mistake of getting it over the plate to such a group of muscle merchants as Frisco Caspar, Flung Huey, and Greg Grupp. Bevies of base hits bounded through, around, and over such 'poon boys as Utrid, Tink, Poop, Twit, and Cuddlepoop. Since Feller missed his traveling connections, the entire CRIMSON executive board bore mound burdens...
...River. The offered role turned out to be that of Fletcher Christian, in a film to be called In the Wake of the Bounty. In an old blond wig ("which made me look like a harlot") he swaggered for a week or so at $5 a day on the poop of a grounded H. M. S. Bounty on rockers. After the completion of the film, the impresario hit upon a great publicity stunt. Errol was called back to meet, fresh off an island steamer, a woolly young native in a seagoing cap and carrying a hand of bananas. To Errol...
Everyone, deep down inside, wishes he could swashbuckle. It's probably something left over from childhood, when we thumbed Howard Pyle's "Book of Pirates," and imagined ourselves standing on the poop-deck, armed to the teeth. The next best thing, of course, is watching somebody else do it. This is what makes Cecil DeMille's "The Buccaneer," now at the University, such a thoroughly delightful picture. We have heard that the film is a travesty on history, but it is doubtful if Mr. DeMille could better have satisfied the great American public than with this magnificent piece of nationalism...
...young folks start a B. U. D. C. (Back Up Donkin Club). Things get pretty tense. The headmaster abolishes the school regatta, and Donkin packs up to leave. Only in the nick of time is he reinstated, and the oldest minx marries the shy music instructor, Philip ("Poop"), who calls his baby grand piano "B. G." For the final curtain Donkin stands alone in his study listening to the boys ("Old Crump," "Bimbo," "Flossie," and their pals) singing Auld Lang Syne...