Word: throw
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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This week Funk's Your Life amoeba suffered another division with the publication of Your Health. Well aware of the prevalence of hypochondria in the U. S., Publisher Funk has specialized in such articles as "Tobacco and You," "What Coffee Does to You," "The Truth About Antiseptics," "Throw Away Your Cathartics?" With 175,000 copies of his first issue ordered, he hopes that quarterly Your Health will, as its predecessor has done, soon grow into a monthly...
...Dine & Dance joint between Kansas City and St. Louis a tall, dapper, bald customer tipped the pretty red-headed waitress 50?. She goggled archly. "Nobody's thrown that much money at me for two days." "Sweetheart," said the customer, "I'd like to throw more than that at you." Ten minutes later, heading for another joint on Route 40, this fast worker quoted the waitress's price to his chauffeur. "I'm supposed to come back for her at two-thirty," he said...
...boasted he could live in the wilds alone, unaided save by knife and gun. He slept in caves and shelters which he called "forts." He let his hair grow to his shoulders, his beard to his bulging chest. He could throw a baseball in the air and put four rifle bullets into it before it fell. Eight years ago, when he was 18, he accidentally shot himself in the chest. The bullet tore through his body but so tough was Earl Durand that he was out hunting again in a fortnight. He was never a bad boy, except once when...
Crabs is a word of antiquity. In 1761 Lord Carlisle is quoted: "If you . . . will play, the best thing I can wish you is, that you may win and never throw crabs." In 1801, when young Marigny was sowing his wild oats in London Town, The Sporting Magazine printed: "Dreamt that I had thrown crabs all night and couldn't nick a seven...
...through the motions. Still, there was hope. The girl had turned her blue eyes to the pages of a book, and then Vag saw his chance. She was cramming desperately for an exam, and if it were only in his field, or even English 35, he would throw his C minus brain at her feet. But she was pondering on Willa Cather. Vag was crushed completely, and he knew it. He peered over his shoulder, trying to learn the title. Perhaps, he had read it, and they could have a homey chat on its place in literature. But he could...