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...grain whiskey and Swedish aquavit. They turn the radio on to the Minnesota game and raise the volume to the limit. Then the whole bunch of them sit around yelling "ski-yu-mah" and singing "Minnesota, Hats Off to Thee" until the Golden Horde has trounced another poor opponent. Woe to the hapless Nebraskan or Indianan who stumbles on their festivities and refuses to raise his voice in praise of the Gophers...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Sports of the Crimson | 11/21/1941 | See Source »

...tell the Deep-Sea Viceroys the story of our woe...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PRIBILOF ISLANDS: The Beaches of Lukannon | 11/10/1941 | See Source »

...would not be out of character if Newshawk and Lecturer Pierre van Paas sen girded up his loins with a goatskin, brushed wild honeybees from a matted beard, strode through the streets of Manhattan (where he now lives) muttering: "Woe to her that is filthy and polluted! What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces and grind the faces of the poor?" For this descendant of many Dutch Calvinist divines is something of a modern Zachariah, a minor social prophet in the line of Tolstoy, Strindberg, Shaw and Ibsen. Pierre van Paassen knows how to number the sins...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Minor Prophet | 10/27/1941 | See Source »

...always lamented to be perishing out of the land and just as perennially renewing itself. Not for nothing did Kittredge begin teaching at Exeter, and Latin at that. A teacher be remained to the end, in his classes you might be called on at any moment to "recipe," and woe betide if you flunked, even though called upon only once a year; for some of the traditional schoolmasterly truculence always stuck to his tongue, and yes, some of the pedantry also...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL | 10/3/1941 | See Source »

...Northampton constabulary is on the job these days. Even Paul Revere would have a hard time getting through the town at more than a slow canter. The little yellow triangles with their glass-lettered '25 m.p.h." mean what they say nowadays, and woe to the luckless wretch who presses the accelerator down to the floor and watches the needle creep slowly up to twenty...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Reasonable and Proper | 5/5/1941 | See Source »

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