Word: wildes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...fate of the skunk is a problem worthy of our legislators, of the Debating Union, and the CRIMSON. A skunk is no laughing matter. The fate of the owl, the hawk, the snake, the fox and the skunk are chapters in the conservation of wild life from rugged individualism...
...pheasants and wild turkeys slain last week by President Coolidge at Sapeloe (see page 9) were a luxurious but not misleading sample of what the Southeast offers to gunners. Almost anywhere from Virginia to mid-Florida, quail abound. Wild-fowling in the Carolinas-duck, geese, brant-is a sport of moderate temperatures, unlike the cold-blown shooting of northern rivers and bays. When Mr. Hoover visits Mr. Penney at Belle Isle shortly, accounts of Southeastern fishing will doubtless go forth, though the tarpon, greatest of Southeastern game-fish, is caught off Florida's west coast...
Life and Life. No picture could be half so dismal as that of the office of a humorous magazine where the staff feels that it isn't considered funny enough. Hollow with chagrin, wild with despair, sounded the laughter in the studios of Life as the old staff prepared their swan-song for the presses. A shadow seemed to lie all through that final number, with its reprint of favorite drawings from the spent twelvemonth...
...other tycoons (Goulds, McAlpins, Rockefellers, Drexels, Fords, Carnegies, du Ponts, et al.) have developed Jekyl, St. Simon's and other Golden Islands.* He built a mansion Spanish in style, Southern in rambling scope. He cut bridle paths and motor roads and stocked his forest with pheasants, peacocks, wild turkeys, deer.. Quail, 'possum and waterfowl were there in natural abundance. Through no imaginable chance should the President be "skunked" again on his next shooting foray if he makes it on Sapeloe. Mrs. Coolidge, who likes swimming, will doubtless try the mansion's blue-tiled, glass-domed swimming...
While speculation has run wild over the destiny of the Waldorf-Astoria site, the shadow of a rumor of far more significance has fallen over another stretch of multi-million-dollar Fifth Avenue frontage. Frightened words have trickled from realtor circles to newspaper sanctums, and once or twice a timid hint has been printed...