Word: umbrellas
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...President Frederick Bertrand Robinson, goateed, independent oldster who dresses conservatively, plays the cello, hates the rude manners of his undergraduates. After President Robinson characterized some C. C. N. Y. demonstrators as "guttersnipes" and trounced a dozen of the rowdiest of them with his umbrella, a committee of alumni solemnly found that he lacked the "necessary human qualities" for his job, suggested that the Municipal Board of Higher Education do something about it (TIME...
...sang under the old-time Metropolitan regime.' Surprise came at the performance when Basso Louis D'Angelo, long confined to minor roles, emerged as a blustering comic. D'Angelo was the ubiquitous, bewhiskered marriage broker, with the flowered vest, the gaudy watch chain, the inseparable red umbrella. The stammering, half-witted Wenzel was Tenor George Rasely, a native of St. Louis, with a radio reputation and many a church job behind him. He had scarcely made an appearance, had scarcely stuttered a line before the audience accepted him, started to laugh its approval. Muriel Dick-Son exhibited...
...theory he boasts that he takes up something new every year - painting, etching, cello playing or swab bing decks on a freighter. In 1933, when pacifists blocked his way to an R. O. T. C. review in the college stadium, he won nationwide notice by belaboring them with his umbrella, later confiding "I think I got twelve" (TIME, June 5, 1933). In 1934 he stormed "Guttersnipes!" at students who hissed a party of visiting Italians (TIME, Oct. 22, 1934). In these years also he showed a gift for painful bluntness by declaring that 1) teaching is a profession commonly chosen...
High point of the performance: three Negroes called Sam, Ted and Ray, two of whom wear neat Ethiopian regimentals, while the third affects the sun helmet, black cape, gold-braided tunic and umbrella of Man-of-the-Year Haile Selassie, clogging for dear life atop a small dais...
...delivering lectures for a Florida real estate company at $250 a lecture. Bryan sat in an arm chair on a float and talked to the crowd that lined the shore of a lagoon. A narrow strip of water separated Bryan from the crowd on shore. A large cotton umbrella sheltered his bald head, and sometimes he wore a broad-brimmed white hat. He joked with his audiences about his frequent campaigns for President, and he spoke to them of the general glories of the Florida climate. After the address, which lasted about one hour, people crowded up to shake hands...