Word: saws
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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They played it on the Corso, in the Bois de Boulogne, among the busses of Trafalgar Square-the game of Beaver. One walked with a companion; one saw a bearded man; one shouted "Beaver," scoring a point for every beard. Game score, as in Fives, was 21. The vogue of Beaver passed two years ago, but recently, on Long Island, a similar pastime started-the game of Babbitt. One drives the highroad, keeping a sharp eye out for Babbitts.* When a Babbitt is sighted, one points a finger at him, shouting "Babbitt." Babbitts travel together, and frequently whole games...
...Grant was a clerk at Galena, this cool-headed Yankee pursued his blue-eyed way through school, through Annapolis, on to the Senatorship and Cabinet Portfolio as Secretary of War under Harding and Coolidge. Meanwhile he had become a millionaire-Hornblower & Weeks, bond house. Political observers in 1921 saw for John Weeks a flower-strewn path to the White House...
...moment, breathing softly in the dim room. When he found that the room was really empty, he looked around with a quick, frightened turn of his head, as if to make sure that he hadn't got into the wrong flat, and in that glance he saw the letter on the varnished table. He read it and went into his room and shut the door. Pretty soon there was a new smell in the flat, the smell of gas, and then, a long while later, another smell still, fetid and dark, a breath from underground. The girl...
Careless readers, puzzled by the misleading spread, thought for an incredulous moment that this prairie pantaloon had actually wriggled into government service- then they saw their mistake, and laughed, and showed the spread to their friends just as the Curtis Publishing Co. had hoped they would. But, in actual fact, the blurb was not so silly as it seemed. Ambassador! Mr. Rogers is just that...
From Oyster Bay, Long Island, to Oslo, Norway, sailed the Lanai, a boat six metres (not quite 20 ft.) long, frail as an egg. It sailed in the hold of an ocean liner and when, in Oslo, Owner Herman Whiton saw its burlap wrappings undone and the racing sails taken out of their boxes, his boat was as dry as when it started. He had brought it over to win the Norwegian gold cup and this, after three days of racing and after having been disqualified in one race, it did, beating a yacht owned by Crown Prince Olaf