Word: punched
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Alas, alas for debating" has been the rallying cry for a certain group among our intelligentsia ever since the first slipping of forensics as a popular indoor sport. The wail rises sporadically and wholeheartedly from small groups of individuals, but formal debating just does not seem to pack the punch that carries widespread interest among the present-day undergraduates. Oral expression even as every other feature of our social, political, and economic existence, is in a constant state of flux, and for the time being at least debating is staggering under...
...quart of the best whiskey sold for .75. The present-day prices, although not as cheap as that, are still reasonable. The cocktails cost as follows: Martini .25, Manhattan .30, Bronx .25, Clover Club .35, Old Fashioned .35, Orange Blossom .30, Champagne .75; the prices of the punches and miscellaneous mixed drink.; Planters Punch .45, Claret Punch .35, Brandy Egg Nogg .50, Tom Collins .35, Gin Rickey .25, Ward "8" .45. The fizzes and sours range from .30 to .45, and the highballs from...
...military tinge. But the Army backfield seems to be about the best that has appeared here this fall and although Sebastian is relegated to the second team, his vicious blocking and sturdy line-bucking earn him equal honors with the first-stringer, Britt of the Crusaders. Britt had a punch through the line that caused Harvard plenty of trouble. The second backfield almost explains itself although Morris of Holy Cross should rate almost even with Karaban of Brown in the fullback berth. There was some hesitation on the part of the judges, since so many backfield candidates came to light...
...heels and inquiring why it is bad form to tell a boy outright she would like to see him. Junior Durkin, having grown rapidly out of the adolescent stage of wanting "a mother for my children," is captivated by a giggling siren. The Mclntyres give an ice cream and punch party at which both brother and sister find sex arduous. As "something outstanding" to attract his siren's attention, Junior pushes over a traffic cop, goes to jail. Though this experiment is unsuccessful, a new dog and girl console him. Meanwhile his sister, faring better, develops a working compromise...
Meanwhile buxom English-born Mrs. Ivy Low Litvinoff, cheery wife of the Foreign Commissar, left their four-room apartment in a converted garage with her grave, acutely class-conscious 16-year-old son Mischa. Together they hurried to the Soviet Commissariat of Communications. Proud as punch. Soviet technicians placed before them a Russian-made telephone, bade them talk by short wave radio to Comrade Litvinoff, seated in the Oval Room of the White House. "Millions of Americans will listen to you on their radio networks!" cried the chief Red technician proudly. "Say whatever you wish...