Word: scrub
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...weather and the fact that divisional examinations kept the Seniors from mustering their full strength on more than one or two afternoons prevented the completion of the full number of scheduled league games. Those who reported for class baseball, however, were given plenty of chance to play, either in scrub games or in tilts with high school nines...
...will already be pounding out, over and over again, the name of the Hero. Unnoticed in the crowd that rushes for the railroad station, unnoticeable, except that perhaps his felt hat is a little twisted by fingers that itched for the rough surface of a ball, will return the scrub. He has made no sensational tackle beneath the very gallows shadow of the goalpost, he has run back no punts through the very heart of the enemy, he has not heard his name on the tongues of fifty thousand people...
Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, the scrub fights his way through an unlighted life, and labors only that another may hear the cheers, that another may have his name listed among the immortals. Beneath the whiplash tongue of professional coaches he has never failed to bend his back to the oar, parrying thrusts till the beads of sweat stood out on his bosom. But when earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, there need be little sympathy for this graduate of the school of hard Knox. The name of the Blackshirt will lead all the rest...
...Scrub-a-Dub.. "Lay on cream!" "Scrub lowers!," "Scrub uppers!," and "ALL rinse!" were envisioned, last week, as commands soon to be uttered by drill masters of the Red Army. The public was informed that "toothbrush drills" would be inaugurated throughout the Army as soon as the Commissariat receives $200,000 worth of toothbrushes and toothpaste which have been ordered abroad...
...cold rooms, life trickled on in Avarice House. Emily would walk through the halls counting the furniture that would be hers, when her mother died. Mrs. Fletcher would tighten her lips and help the cook to scrub the floors and bake the bread. The old invalid would lie upstairs, her mind full of a thin despair and a narrow, terrible enmity. At last, one afternoon, Emily came in to find her grandmother dead. Whether her mother had found the medicine which Mrs. Elliot had expected her to provide, could not be told. Perhaps she had discovered some drug to still...