Word: summering
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Coolidge, in spite of the advanced state of the calendar, went walking on a hot day in his straw hat. Said he: "I have resurrected my straw hat; summer isn't over...
...Vortex?In a conspicuously eventful week this play from England was easily the sovereign event. As a corollary of this, Noel Coward, playwright and actor, is the week's first personality. Mr. Coward is only 25. He will have, before the season shuts up for the summer, five produced plays in town?Still Life (called Hay Fever in London), Easy Virtue, Fallen Angels, The Vortex and most of Chariot's Revue. In the latter will be sung his famous lyric, "We Must All Be Very Kind to Aunty Jessie...
...Rosie's," in New Haven, swiftly became as famous as those other academic stepladders? the late "Widow" Nolan's (into Harvard) and witty John Hun's (into Princeton). Its doors widened to receive, as well as shaky seniors, floundering sub-freshmen anxious for summer work or seeking to continue their studies after expulsion from boarding schools...
...small import. The pupils pay roundly for intensified instruction; they are bound, in common sense, to attend classes. What has conduct to do with passing examinations? And what more natural, with a long year of college discipline ahead of them, than for boys who have been grilling through hot summer afternoons to brighten their evenings and weekends with mad pranks? Particularly when some of the boys are rich and spoiled, with a suite at the Taft Hotel, another in New York, and a sleek roadster in the garage; or when they are bumptious zanies anxious to impress the loose-lived...
...mosquitoes brushed, for their plaguery, from the beard of their God, their noise has jarred through the brains of the townsmen, mingling its drowsiness with the reveries of sleepyheads until that jargoning has become part of the normal somnolence of the place, part of the indistinguishable murmur of the summer countryside, the wash of the salt air and the brooding rhythm of the distant sound...