Word: silver
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Prizes. A committee of women teachers examined the 438 publications submitted and awarded silver loving cups-in various classes-to Central High School, Minneapolis; North High School. Minneapolis; Lawrenceville School, Lawrenceville, N. J.; Central High School, Greensboro, N. C. (two prizes-for newspaper, for magazines) ; Western Reserve Academy, Hudson, Ohio; Junior High School No. 2, Trenton, N. J.; Nashua Junior High School, Parkersburg, W. Va.; Philadelphia Normal School; Junior Teachers' College, St. Cloud, Minn...
...hooted like a gull. Police-chief Richard 0. Zober of Passaic in a red flivver. "Disperse that crowd!" He took a metal-covered sphere from his pocket; threw it; threw two more; gray gas sidled into the dusk. Tear bombs! . . . More bells, more hooting. A fire engine. Another. Enormous silver rods of water battered the hatless women, the men who had no overcoats. The crowd eddied, broke, swirled down the street. Policemen dashed after, clubbing backs, heads, shoulders...
Into Champaign, Ill., thousands of football enthusiasts were pouring-on trains, on motor cars, on trolleys, on legs. Illinois' silver and gold, Michigan's maize and azure were everywhere. The two universities were going to play. "Red" Grange was going to play. Huzzahs and jeers...
...necessary to retire to the bush and there pounding a big tribal drum, gather cohorts to slay the Emperor Jones of American literature. We are not fanatical about Dreiser. As far as we are concerned, he can make his way through any jungle of Lethiopian illiteracy without wasting his silver bullet. All we care to do is to leap out on him at an unguarded moment and make him fire off one of his lead slugs in vain. And here is the little surprise we have been saving. Dreiser plumbered the works when he set out to describe a young...
...December evening through which the 19th Century was creeping at last to its grave, a silver-haired gentleman of broken but distinguished appearance made his way from the Grand Avenue Hotel of Enid, Okla., to the corner drugstore. He purchased lilac perfume and headache powders, enough to keep his head steady on "a long trip." Next day the hotel porter thought he heard a groan through the locked door of the old gentleman's chamber. The door was burst in time for a doctor and two others to hear a stertorous voice say: "I am--am--John Wilkes-- Booth...