Word: runge
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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During the winter I happened to break one leg, with its adjacent rungs, of a black-and-gold chair of the type supplied to all dormitory rooms. I took the broken chair to the Janitor's Office, and forget about the matter until my term bill appeared with a charge for $5.68. I protested this unreasonable amount to the Bursar's Office, and received the following itemization: Carpenter stock, I left arm (it was actually a leg, but no matter)… $.60, I front rung $.07 (granted), I side rung $.07 (granted); Carpenter labor $3.00 (with the proper tools...
...Darkness and Boy, now supplemented by a first novel by Derbyshire Coalminer Boden. Though less savage than Hanley's books, Author Boden's novel treats the same general theme-the brutalizing misery of those on or below the economic ladder's lowest rung...
...like anything else. . . . You must know the markings of the horse so the 'ringer' can be made up accordingly. It costs about $100 to dye a horse. . . . Before you put the dye on it's necessary to sweat the horse and dry him out. . . . "When we rung Aknahton as Shem at Havre de Grace, I shipped the horse back to Jamaica, then sent him to Crown Point, Ind., where . . . the Pinkertons located him. . . . I gave a certain police official $500 . . . and they never saw him again until at Hialeah. . . . Well, the Pinks had a picture...
Debo who had left his South Pearl Street home that morning without shaving. On a damp ladder rung, his foot slipped. Down the manhole vanished his dark curly head. There was a muffled splash...
...remember our tale of the Russian bells in Lowell House at Harvard: how the Russian bellringer who was brought over to ring them fell into a mood, took to drinking ink, and had to be sent home, so that the bells have never been rung. Nobody so far has denied that the Russian bellman drank ink, but several people up there have written us indignantly that the bells do ring. It comes out that every Monday evening at six-thirty Lowell House holds High Table, which is a secret--and we should imagine, sad--sort of dinner, attended only...