Word: slips
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...slush lies in the Square, mute tribute to a Street Department which feels that destruction of snow is a unique act of God. Galoshes appear, gutters run, taxis spatter, professors swear, officials sit. Students get wet feet, students get colds, students consider Stillman, students do not consider Stillman. Women slip, men assist, men slip. Clothes are changed, there are no clothes to change. Umbrellas are lost, cars skid, fenders crumble, the Yard is beautiful, Mt. Auburn is not, officials sit, board walks are shoveled. Cambridge is slush girt. Cambridge is noisy and hurried, and surpassingly ugly. Cambridge...
...landlady jumped up in bed as a volley of shots rattled the window panes. Feet thudded down the stairway. A voice cried: "Hell, that's enough -come on." The front door slammed. From a window the landlady saw two men disappear inside a maroon sedan, watched ihe car slip away in the half-light. Then she called the speakeasy. When police arrived an hour later, they found a group of gaping lodgers standing around the room in their nightclothes. Diamond's doctor shifted from foot to foot. A redhaired, wild-eyed woman was mopping blood from around three...
...Springtime for Henry Actor Bruce is at his funniest as a husband protesting his wife's jilting by his best friend. Theatregoers could be grateful that a slip-up by Actors' Equity permitted Actor Bruce to remain on the U. S. stage, in spite of the six months' interval between engagements required of alien actors...
...Annapolis, Md. to board the U. S. S. Arkansas which would take him, via Fortress Monroe, to the sesquicentennial celebration of the American victory (thanks to France) at Yorktown. Mayor Walter E. Quenstedt of Annapolis hospitably went out to the city limits to greet the President. Through some slip up in arrangements, the President's entourage flashed heedlessly by, leaving Mayor Quenstedt & party stranded on the side of the road like a band of hitchhikers. The Mayor rode angrily back to town, wrote a letter to the White House demanding an explanation...
Should the Legion have its beer, it would not whine about holidays. Harvard, too, would rejoice at Saturday freedom, despite mutterings of the Overseers. Perhaps Curley's calendar distortions would make a subject for a Cambridge mayoralty issue. That Curley could slip through the job is certain. He would not have to search far into his administration to find some one who is adept at the necessary juggling of figures...