Word: salooners
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...bunch of alums were whooping it up in a highway-side saloon, toasting Stanford's football victory over Cal, when a young old grad called for the Stanford hymn. "How does it go?" someone asked. "From the ... something . . . something ..." a voice began. "Foothills? Mountains?" someone suggested. Others dimly recalled "in the sunset fire" and "raise our voices singing," until at length a young wife bravely quavered...
Died. Edward Joseph ("Knocko") McCormack, 67, Massachusetts politician, brother of U.S. House Speaker John McCormack, the burly (275 lbs.) younger son of Irish immigrants who for two decades dispensed political favors and jobs from his South Boston saloon, stage-managed family campaigns but failed last year to help his son Edward Jr. win the Democratic Senatorial nomination from Teddy; of cancer; in Boston...
...Between Saloon & Gym. At a time when many college architects around the U.S. were building contemporary campus structures as neat, clean and impersonal as factories, Saarinen decided to come to modern terms with the gargoyle. Given a site over which loomed the 197-ft.-high Gothic gymnasium, he designed his buildings to be "good neighbors." To capture the masonry spirit of nearby older pseudo-Gothic buildings, Saarinen pumped wet concrete into frames that were filled with stones, simulating inexpensively their handcrafted finish...
Drawing from his recollections of the Italian hill town of San Gimignano, Saarinen plotted a multilevel alleyway between the two new colleges. Lying between Mory's famed saloon and the gym, this walkway separates the colleges in a cavernous passage while louvered windows peep through sandy slabs. The atmosphere is similar to Yale's Gothic buildings of the 1920s-though one modern-for-modern's-sake critic likens it to a set for Ivanhoe. Determined to avoid the typical cookie-cut module, Saarinen decided that as far as possible no two rooms should be alike. Result: though...
True, a few families have had a minimum amount of power. Buster Bray has kept the Dirty Shame alight with electricity generated by a diesel Caterpillar in a shed behind the saloon. But "the Monster," as he calls it, has been running night and day for three years. It costs $26 a day, and, when it coughs at night, it wakes up folks for miles around. Bray is waiting impatiently for the rural cooperative to string its power-line to his part of the valley...