Word: stem
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...around their snug fireplaces, winter-bound New Hampshiremen listened to their radios. Those who were listening to gabby Walter Winchell's air column were in for a surprise. As a rule. Columnist Winchell confines himself to reporting who is whose "heart," what romances have "gone phffft" on "the Stem." Unexpectedly assuming the role of kingmaker, he jolted his listeners in the Granite State by announcing: "The New York Herald Tribune is plotting to boom the Republican candidate for the Presidency in 1936 - Governor John G. Winant of New Hampshire." Last week, while New Hampshire was still buzzing over...
...later, his tobacco was all right but his pipes were not. So he sent to the Italian Alps for briar roots and began to make his own. Young British officers took them to war by the thousands. Before long the Dunhill pipe with its round white spot on the stem was thoroughly internationalized. On this amazing bit of word-of-mouth advertising Alfred Dunhill began to build a world-wide pipe business. Today there are Dunhill agencies in 57 lands from Trinidad to Zanzibar. There is a Dunhill pipe factory in London, a cigar factory in Glasgow, a Dunhill shop...
...Cambridge this afternoon intent on taking John Harvard into camp for the third successive time, and in adding insult to injury by denying the present Crimson coaching regime a single victory in its three years in office. And no amount of apathy toward the team by Harvard undergraduates can stem the excitement that is going the rounds for this contest. Not for some time has there been so much doubt as to the outcome. That is, the sports-writers have usually been certain before the game that their guess would come true. More frequently than not, they were wrong, witness...
...indifference does not stem from the idea that it will all turn out for the worst anyway, but because we are bewildered by the election itself. Imagine our chagrin yesterday afternoon, when, crossing the square towards Lehman Hall, we were nearly decapitated by the speeding lorry of one of the merry mayor-making factions. We were deafened by the sound-effects which oozed from all over the wagon, playing some Jazz ditty on the honest Mayor Russell. But we were flabbergasted to read this timely inscription on its side, as we scurried out from under it: "Vote for Mayor Russell...
...matter of fact," he said, pointing the stem of the pipe at me, "did you know a couple can live on twenty-five dollars a week at first, if they economize...