Word: tis
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...compared to some that the rockbound, conservative Bank of New York has had since it was founded by Alexander Hamilton. It was the first bank in the then small (pop. 23,000) city of New York. Its immediate success brought two more banks-and worries-for Banker Hamilton. "'Tis impossible," he wrote in 1791, "but that three great banks in one city must raise such a mass of artificial credit as must endanger every one of them, and do harm in every view...
...lord at least the band is better, isn't it George! He wished he hadn't said that again and again. Maybe the band wasn't really so good and it sounded like the Ivy League Album all the time anyway. Indifferent or not-that is the question. Whether tis nobler with subsidize or lily-white Bingham. God I feel awful, what's the matter with me today! It must be the game. Vag realized he had been talking to the girl and now he said, well, let's decide where we'll go to George's or to George...
...Saturday last we were seeking Scott Stadium, scene of a football game. We halled a provender of football programs (25 confederate pesos by volume). "Man," he said, "ah reckon ah don't rightly know whar 'tis." Over the hill we came upon the Stadium. An usher stood in a grey uniform, "where's section A?" we asked. "Man, ah reckon ah don't rightly know, but you're on a one-way street. How'd you all get in heah...
Explanation. Last week, Mrs. Noggins sounded off on the dollar crisis. Said she: " 'Tis awful 'ard, you see, to realize you're goin' broke when you're spendin' your capital and 'avin' a whale of a time, same as poor Uncle 'Erbert when 'e mortgaged 'is 'ouse in Liverpool and lived like a prince until the sheriff arrived along with three widows, suin' for breach of promise. . . . Well, the way I read it, we can't pay for the goods we get from the States unless...
...signed with the good Irish name McNally, but the spinsters in the border town of Carrickmacross were not to be hoodwinked. Up & down the border they sent the rumor flying: "'tis the British want our cats. They'll eat them, and they're that hard up for a rag to put on their backs, they'll even skin them." From Carrick to Ballyshannon and back to Castleblayney the old maids nodded and locked up their pets. "Men are even stealing cats to sell to the British," said one woman to a TIME correspondent last week...