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...three days, Boston and New York sportswriters have been flopping by the basket-load from the sour apple tree where they hung and grimaced at Harvard football during its years of mediocrity. Reporters and columnists can't seem to spout their stream of adjectives Valpeywards fast enough, a stream that has heretofore saved solely for blessing B. C. and Company...
...that catches rain (U.S. patent No. 2,443,848, issued to Barbara S. Boeringer of Minneapolis). When it starts raining, the wearer takes off his hat, turns it inside out, and attaches a collecting bottle to a spout in the crown...
...TIME'S picture of New York for wholesome American living or normal American people . . . The article passes over New York's true importance in the national scene, allowing only an incidental word for the city as a port, a marketplace, a tourist center, as a "fountain spout" of culture, finding time for no mention at all of its place as a national center of music, higher education, medical research, managerial leadership, publishing, or the American tradition of human rights...
...York is the fountain-spout of U.S. culture, the intellectual gateway to England and Europe, a pump from which ideas-both good & bad-flood out over the world. It is a citadel of opera and art; its 32 legitimate theaters are the heartland of the U.S. stage. Its rich and haughty cosmetic queens determine the type of cream with which millions of women grease their faces before retiring; its beauty salons force them to cut their hair. Its Hattie Carnegies and Nettie Rosensteins dictate fashion; its $2 billion garment industry makes 80% of all U.S. women's dresses...
Wheat poured last week from the spout of a shipside elevator into a 10,000-ton Liberty ship tied up at a Galveston dock. In the dust-thick hold, longshoremen flattened the light brown piles. Loaded with 328,000 bushels of No. 1 hard winter wheat, the ship moved over to a nearby dock. Oil barges filled her bunkers with fuel oil. That evening she sidled into the Gulf, headed for Bordeaux...