Word: rowe
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...will occupy the newly acquired castle in person; in which case, he will be able to entertain distinguished foreigners by the score who eare to listen to his diagnosis of the war and his reminiscences of how Margot Asquith knocked his foot out of the stirrup on Rotten Row...
That a second crew letter be awarded to C.O.D. Iselin '26, captain of the second University crew last season, was recommended to the Athletic Committee by the Student Council last night. Iselin was unable to row against the Yale Junior eight last June on account of an attack of boils, but as he had pulled an oar in the boat all season and would certainly have been at his number 6 seat in the Yale race had he been able, it was voted to give him recognition...
...During my first state visit to England I used to ride in Rotten Row, Hyde Park, every morning at 8:30. One morning a lady on horseback dashed up against my horse and knocked my foot from the stirrup. I sent an aide after her to make inquiries. She came back blushing and asked my pardon. That evening King Edward said to me: 'So you met Miss Tennant in Rotten Row after all. She made a bet last night that she would introduce herself...
Little Hans was not a manly lad; he had, for instance, a terrible fear of the great geese that were driven in flocks through the streets of Odense, marching with a military step, their eyes glistening like buttons, and their red bills pointing forward in a row. When he beheld them he would run and hide behind the black pig, which was his friend...
...South Carolina-Negro life along the waterfront of old Charleston, with the atavistic rhythms, religion and animalism firmly rendered, the dialect perfect, the antics convulsing. Porgy, a purple-black beggar with crippled legs and a pungent goat, croons to his scampering dice, prays with his neighbors in Catfish Row, contemplates the insignificance of man. In a shadowy triangle involving Crown, a cinnamon stevedore with a chest like a cotton-bale, and his big wench Bess, Porgy's soul undergoes the extremes of compassion and ruthless violence, much as the city now basks sleepily in hot sun, now is hammered...