Word: tides
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sporting Freshmen of the Smith Halls, finding the organized sports falling off, have called upon their ingenuity and taken up indoor sports in their common room, to tide them over the present dull season. Symptoms of this tendency were shown earlier on in the year when hockey games, participated in by four players and attended by large crowds of shouting enthusiasts were the vogue. Fortunately for the furniture and floor of the Common Room this bit of diversion was interrupted by the Smith Hall Proctors...
Gold looks have been unable to stem the tide of interest. One evening the four ash trays disappeared and there was great consternation among the players. Within a short time four more appeared; it is unknown whether they are the same or not, but they are ash trays and the game continues...
Five dawns later, a large woman floundered stupidly in the tide-rips off Point Vicente. She had been swimming all night. Her breast and left arm had been lacerated by a savage barracuda.† For a quarter of an hour, while her body lolled like a dying squid, she babbled idly among the waves. From a small boat nearby, her 11-year-old son called out anxiously. Men's voices growled advice. The large woman, momentarily dazed by exertion, then remembered she was Mrs. Myrtle Huddleston, proprietor of a Long Beach, Calif., beauty parlor. Four months ago she could...
...killers. On moonlight nights they may be seen and heard, huge but probably harmless, lurking and feeding near the piles of the town slaughterhouse. Once there was a monster that Nassau called "The Harbor Master." At the buoy where Mr. Havemeyer dived, "shark hunts" are sometimes held. When the tide is ebbing, a goat's throat is cut and the body tied to the buoy. Or a bloated horse is tied there and bloody scraps are sent floating out to sea. Usually it is hours before a long shape, bronze in the bright blue water, moves slowly in over...
...skyline seen from the North River. "Gee," he says. "Gee!" He can neither read nor write. He is 16; name, John Breen; parents, a once-pretty Irish servant and someone other than the grimy bargee she calls their "old man." Entering the East River, in thickening fog and greasy tide-rips, the barge is rammed. Loaded with bricks ("the city's red corpuscles") it plunges under. John Breen struggles out of the greenish-black water to a Manhattan stringpiece. The city claims...