Word: rubbed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Example, by Double-Talker Murray ("Looney") Lewis during a Fred Allen broadcast about the New York World's Fair Hall of Pharmacy: "Ilfus on the bildad with just enough reticulation on the nostrum to allograph Ipana, Minit-Rub and Sal Hepatica...
...Palace swarm night & day with as conniving a group of spies, agents, buyers, diplomats, eavesdropping newsmen as ever inhabited a Grand Hotel. On the twisting Calea Victoriei-less than 20 years ago a thoroughfare distinguished for its dust in summer and its mud in winter-intriguing Frenchmen rub shoulders with scheming Germans, plotting Britons encounter counterplotting Russians...
...evolved a plan of attack which was moderately successful. We would row out into the ocean about 300 yards, then bore a hole six inches in diameter in the bottom of the boat, preferably near the bow. We would then rub around the edge of the hole a mixture of phosphorus and cheese (any sharp cheese would suffice). The light from the phosphorus and the tantalizing odor accompanying it would invariably attract any whifflepoofs lingering beneath us. We hovered over the hole, with rubber bands stretched out in our fingers. As soon as a whifflepoof would thrust his inquiring snout...
Saga. A self-styled "little squirt anxious to be a tough guy," Paul Smith skipped through high school in Pescadero, Calif., at 14 set out to rub against the world. He jumped a harvest train, spent some time in the wheat fields of Saskatchewan, rode freight trains east to Ontario for gold, found none, jumped another freight back, worked in British Columbia logging camps (where friendly lumberjacks organized a bodyguard to protect him from those who resented his slickness), prospected in the Mojave Desert (where all he got was sunstroke), shoveled coal in Utah and Pennsylvania, bummed. Once, arriving...
...villa in Cannes for a rest from the fatigue of lecturing, writing and putting on other people's parties, self-made, avoirdupoised Socialite Elsa Maxwell sniffed: "I never go to night clubs. . . . You are compelled to rub shoulders with people you do not want to know...