Word: wadding
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...well off, maybe better with reading assignments, and that Radcliffe girls like to look that way. Further that a large majority of College Comic editors eventually commit suicide (an exaggeration, note by reviewer) to evade reading proof (grant the evasion N. B. R.), and that a predominance of tight wad stories took their inspiration not from Scotchmen, but from College Comic Treasurers. (The good dog hunts ....? N. B. R.) (Editor of the Crimson please pardon four dots. Tact compels me. You may cut it to three, but no less...
...joying life." Mr. Flint replied: "There is only one reason. Greed!" The interviewer protested: "Is it not because of ambition, a craving for power?" Mr. Flint repeated: "No! It is pure, green greed. . . . Greed, and greed alone, is the reason for a man's wanting to swell his wad million after million!" Mr. Flint, who as the "Father of Trusts"- made his money in shipping, electric lighting, rubber, chewing gum, munitions, etc., was asked the secret of moneymaking. Said he: "Well, God has favored some men highly and has given them gifts which they use to make money...
...arrested and taken to court, charged with malicious mischief. Here, a positive cynosure, Joseph Snyder burbled and gurgitated when the Magistrate Delger demanded that the prisoner be produced. "Where is he?" said the court, "I do not see the defendant." When the defendant, a sticky looking wad held in the arms of Mrs. Snyder, became apparent, Magistrate Delger was shocked. "Take him away!" he murmured...
...Pittsburgh, celluloid-visored Joseph Castro fell asleep in somebody's office. Inspired by his snoring, a gum-chewing office joker removed a wad of moist substance from under his tongue. "Lookit," he said, "what do you say we play a joke?" Stealthy as a murderer he approached Joseph Castro, stuck a little tee of gum on the end of Mr. Castro's nose. When spectators giggled, the joker still stealthy as a murderer, became inspired to touch a match to the little tee he had built. Dreaming of a sunny beach, Joseph gave his nose a little wriggle, opened...
...with the Lampoon back in the straight and narrow path, not the thin and feeble sheet of seventeen years ago (and earlier) but a good, honest wad of text pages and advertisements, its subscribers have become its friends and all others ought to become subscribers without delay. Harvard deserves a first rate magazine, and this...