Word: sparingly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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With the House Plan, Harvard will perpetuate itself, reckoning little of the future. But the fathers have eaten wild grapes and the children's teeth will be set on edge. Why hope to spare the impending day of athletics for all, and the lank limbs that follow in its tread? No, the hope of the world must be in the women. And even that is an much a case of vanity as of hope. It is really about as broad as it is long. One can only sit by, and muse on hippology...
...claim that the original Uncle Sam was a Trojan. They asked the Federal Government to recognize their claim with a suitable memorial. For proof they pointed to a simple grave on the hillside overlooking the city in which lie the bones of one Samuel Wilson (1768-1854). Tall, spare, dignified, kindly, he, said the people of Troy, was the original Uncle Sam. The gist of their claim, based on old family letters, was as follows...
...hold Columbia with a beat of 34, was sprinting in mid-distance. Between the bridges Columbia had the race won. Foot by foot, with beautiful timing, they added to their lead; at the finish they had a boat length, with a few clear feet of open water to spare. Four and a half lengths behind wallowed the Pennsylvanians...
...continued superiority of Yale. One indignant gentleman of the class of 1903 wrote an open letter to the Crimson suggesting 18 reforms; one was that rowing be put in charge of 50 graduate oarsmen each of whom would have equal rating as a coach and, presumably, give all his spare time to coaching one member of the rowing squad. But Coach Charles Whiteside. graduate of Syracuse, was worried principally about the cold weather that has kept him indoors so long; he had plenty of material, for more men go out for rowing at Harvard than for any other sport...
...smoke, and beer came in litre stone mugs. He would sit by the hour at a table as the lovely women and the little stone mugs came and went listening to an orchestra somewhere in the distance playing "Tales From A Vienna Woods," in such a fashion that "Woodman Spare That Tree" seemed almost a presentable fragment of verse. But in late years the Hapsburgs have fallen, the Vagabond has gotten too old for travel, and Vienna is now a dissected corpse which communist interns try in vain to assemble...