Word: thinly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Lean limbed youths from 15 eastern colleges, last week bunched at a mark in Van Cortlandt Park, New York City. A half hour later, William Cox of Penn State had drawn the bunch out into a thin, ragged, gasping line. He traveled six miles in 30 minutes 36 4/5 seconds to win the intercollegiate cross country championship. Finishing five runners in the first 30, Penn State won the team championship. Another Penn Stater won the freshman chase, and the Penn State freshman team also won freshman team honors. Thus Penn State secured four championships; no college ever did that before...
Guarding closely against contusions, dislocations, fractures which would thin their squads at the annual Thanksgiving game, rugged Army and Navy played little football folk: Army 13, Ursinus 0; Navy 33, Loyola (Baltimore...
Lions, elephants, gnus, water buffalo, pythons, a rhinoceros and a golden-haired baboon-Frederick Beck Patterson, 35-year-old President of the National Cash Register Co., reached the U. S. last week tanned and a little thin, and told how he had shot them with camera and gun during five months big game hunting in Central and East Africa. When he ended he had a ton of animal skins and heads and 18,000 ft. of cinema films plus 400 still photographs (he was in the 15th Photographic Air Service Unit during the War). That was too much...
...Avarice House. Emily would walk through the halls counting the furniture that would be hers, when her mother died. Mrs. Fletcher would tighten her lips and help the cook to scrub the floors and bake the bread. The old invalid would lie upstairs, her mind full of a thin despair and a narrow, terrible enmity. At last, one afternoon, Emily came in to find her grandmother dead. Whether her mother had found the medicine which Mrs. Elliot had expected her to provide, could not be told. Perhaps she had discovered some drug to still the anger in that ancient twisted...
...toast" offered John Harvard by the undergraduate correspondent of the Yale Alumni Weekly is of that variety known hereabouts as thin and well buttered. Its details are sadistic, its bases dadaistic: and the impression left after reading it is that of a blue hangover, a bleak Monday morning in New Haven. Nevertheless it is amusing, just as many slightly idiotic things are amusing...