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Word: said (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Eugene S. Buder '38, 1L, who was scheduled to make a bicycle dash to Princeton to win a bet, beginning at 12:01 this morning, last night called his trip off after hearing of Wheeler's death. "I intended to do it as a sporting venture," he said, "and now all the sport has gone...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Graduate Student Killed Bicycling Way to Game | 11/3/1939 | See Source »

...traveling at "terrific speed", State Police, who are investigating the case, said last night. Wheeler's bicycle was found three quarters of a mile away from the site of the crash. Apparently the driver turned into a side road at this point and removed the wrecked bike from his front bumper...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Graduate Student Killed Bicycling Way to Game | 11/3/1939 | See Source »

Police found fragments of headlight lens on the spot, from which they believe they can trace the car's ownership. Clay could only identify it as a black sedan. He said he heard a crash, looked back, and by the time he turned around the fleeing car's license plates were too far off to be read...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Graduate Student Killed Bicycling Way to Game | 11/3/1939 | See Source »

Since this is so, Harvard needs more--in some cases better--teachers. President Eliot once said that "two kinds of men make good teachers--young men and men who never grow old." Applied to presentday academic ranks, this means more tutors, more permanent appointees with a youthful outlook and personality. And it seems this type of teacher is most frequently found in the "middle group." Since the University chose to adopt a long run attitude towards promotions among the faculty, it would do well to consider the effects of its policy on the modern source of Harvard's greatness...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: PERSONALITY AND OR SCHOLARSHIP | 11/3/1939 | See Source »

...pushed it open, and there was an eerie creak of rusty hinges. The room was almost empty except for a case of ancient folios thick with dust. In the middle of the floor lay a strangely familiar volume--a decrepit volume. It lay open, and to Vag it said...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 11/1/1939 | See Source »

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