Word: toweling
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Each contestant must provide his own cat, pan, soap, water and towel. There will be no restriction on gloves and baseball masks. When the judges have looked over the cats, the three contestants who have made the best jobs will be presented first, second and third prizes. . . . Guards will be stationed at the sides and ends of the enclosures to make sure that no stray dog enters...
Changing courts, Kozeluh rubbed his face with a towel and took a bit of lemon. As he walked back to the baseline after a point he often shook his head-the only gesture left in his gay repertory. Richards ran the score to 5-3, to advantage in the match game, lost the point and then stepping back for a slam, got the ball on the wood of his racket and netted it. Kozeluh won the game and Richards, on his next serve, double-faulted twice for the first time that day-too tired to make any resistance...
...stands in front of the wash basin. Because she is standing there she starts to wash her hands, then all of a sudden, to keep from crying, sticks her head in the basin and begins to wash her hair. When her sweetheart comes in and hands her the towel she is groping for she pretends to him that everything is all right. She convinces you then that she has complete knowledge of her part, and you accept without much argument the later scenes in which, marrying a mild fellow ashore, she finally molds herself to convention...
...land, eating black bread and water, berries, mushrooms, honey, milk. After five years in Russia (they were working on "educational-economics" at famed Kuzbas Colony, some 2,000 mi. east of Moscow when young Spring came to their feet) they returned to Manhattan bearing only a gift towel. They care absolutely nothing for property. Said Dr. Elsie Reed Mitchell: "Once when we slept in a natural hole in the side of a barren hill we were awakened at dawn by the fixed stares of about a dozen wild horses peering intently at us over the top. . . . We weren...
...Song" Mr. Derek Beamish (stet) yearns boozily in alternate rymeless and meterless stanzas to be as cool as brook water and as warm as seasand. The seasand is about the hottest part of this effusion and our personal suspicion is that what Mr. Beamish needs is a cold head towel and a turkish bath...