Word: sweete
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Someone had opened a window. A bit of sweet fall air drifted into the room; a dry red leaf rustled on the sill. For some reason, Vag was thinking of his boyhood (how far away it seemed now, when one was old, and tired, and bored with Boston debutantes-). What a weekend that had been! They had come down the mountain in the dark, and there had been singing around the cabin stove after supper, and later a square dance in an old barn to the squeak of a country fiddle, stamping, and the laughter of pretty girls. He thought...
...Sweet reminiscence had done its work on Vag's hard-boiled exterior and flabby frame. He eased himself painfully out of his soft chair. He would be in the Lowell House Common Room at 8 o'clock tonight...
...along rather well in the big league. But they had better come along if Cornell is to have any sort of a team, because that's where all our depth is. As a matter of fact, four of these Yearlings started against Syracuse--"Jolting" Joe Martin, who is as sweet a buck back as you could want; Rus Geib, a humdinger of a guard for just a kid; Red McDonald, a mighty fine little tailback; and Frank Rochow, subbing for the injured Van Order at tackle...
...credit for this continued popularity of light opera goes, of course, largely to the music. Though the story of "The Student Prince" is not quite as typed as many others (at least the prince fails to get the sweet little inn-girl, letting throne rule heart) one may be quite sure that it is Sigmund Romberg's score which fills the Opera House. You go because you know you will come out humming the almost classical melodies of the "Drinking Song" or "Serenade," probably not able to say offhand what finally happened to the prince's love affair...
...personality was dual. With undergraduates, who had grown to expect temperamental eccentricities, the irascible pedagogue he could be, but with advanced students in his graduate courses he was the urbane scholar, no pains too great to take, and ah, to the suppliant he could be sweet as Summer...