Word: wheelwrighting
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...tell you I wouldn't like to be the man what done in it when he comes to the gate of heaven and Mr. Wheelwright is standing there and says Are you the one what out down Bob's little elm? No I wouldn't trade places with him then for two thirds of a million dollars; no not for three fourths of a million...
...tree, a gift of the late J. T. Wheelwright '76, founder of the Lampoon, was planted with great ceremony on the Jester's fiftieth anniversary about two years ago. Although carefully watched and watered by Bob Lampoon, it had not burgeoned up to expectation in the Gold Coast atmosphere, and there have been rumors that it was to be removed...
There is little to say of Colonel Coolidge, save that he was a man of affairs in a tiny Vermont village. He was born on March 31, 1845, schooled in the neighborhood at the same schools his son later attended. He began his career as a wheelwright, then he rented the general store. At 27 he was elected to the state legislature, served six terms, and added to them one term in the state Senate. His title of Colonel came to him when Governor Stickney appointed him to the gubernatorial staff. He was local tax-collector for 38 years, postmaster...
...place that the Harvard Lampoon has held among American undergraduate publications comes again to public attention through the death of John T. Wheelwright, Harvard '76, one of its founders. Mr. Wheelwright was not only one of the Lampoon's original editors; throughout his life he was a member of a group that continually worked for its success and, strange as it will seem to Yale undergraduate ears, returned ex-officio to its staff as "literary editor" when forty-two years out of college, his help carrying the magazine through the difficult publishing days following the war. Here in coed...
...dogs to tear all of it but the "brush" to tatters smacks of sacrilege. One of the ladies of the Union Hunt Club loudly declared that whoever the pedestrian fox hunters were they should be shot with their own rifles. Up to her stepped one Bert Batchelor, doughty wheelwright: "Those poor dogs are ours. . . . We are the Holmwood Hunt. Saving your displeasure, the Surrey Union Hunt has ridden out so seldom of late that the foxes are getting thicker and stealing our poultry and stock. We have a license to kill vermin, and we thought we might as well have...