Word: spats
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...ignored. Once when he got lost near Rhinebeck, he turned into a farm for directions. "The farmer was painting his barn and the Boss drove up beside him. 'Can you tell me where the Halton place is?' the President asked. The farmer looked down at . . . the President, spat a pint or so of tobacco juice past the car, and motioned. 'Down there, about a quarter of a mile.' 'Thank you,' said the Boss. The farmer grunted without turning, 'That's all right...
Small fry spat out their bubble gum and rushed to get a new bubble-blowing outfit which produces bubbles four to five feet in diameter, and with the consistency of Cellophane. One shortcoming: when punctured, the bubbles collapse with a despondent whoosh instead...
...Woodrow Wilson's closest friends, Professor Harper sometimes disagreed and sometimes fought with him, but always made up ("Don't let this little spat spoil our friendship," Wilson would say). During all the bitter months when Wilson split faculty and alumni by insisting that the new graduate school be made part of the college itself, Harper stood by him. Appropriately, Harper was the first to occupy the Woodrow Wilson chair of literature...
Other photographers were hosed by elephants, yawned at by lions, spat on by monkeys. One had his tripod snatched from under him by a crafty chimpanzee he was trying to photograph. Eileen Darby, who took the pictures at the St. Louis zoo, underwent an encounter with an orangutan named Henry that is still keeping her awake nights. She had to get within reach for a close-up shot, and Henry, a friendly sort, put an arm around her. When he put the other arm around her and started to wrestle, she looked anxiously at the keeper and asked...
...because she chewed betel. But when he commanded her to "open the royal mouth" she refused, finally consented with the understanding that he would not raise his head above her own. Crouching, the young Dane maneuvered his tools into the "foul interior" of her mouth, stood clear while she spat betel juice into a golden spittoon. When it was over, she asked him about his love affairs. He replied by recounting some imaginary infatuations which delighted the Queen as much as her new teeth...