Word: worn
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Apathy took a back seat this week as no breeze proved strong enough to waft the well-worn felt of Stu Bottle '50 into the Student Council ring. The somnambulent prexy of the Student Apathy League, aroused from his daily stint on an Eliot House settee, muttered a barely audible "no" when told of his nomination...
...worry me-with the food I get I ain't got the strength to wash." To make up for the shortage of clothing coupons, film studios rented wedding dresses from their costume racks. Thus, this spring, Eileen Dickerson of Hornsey Road, London, was married in a costume first worn by Vivien Leigh in Anna Karenina...
...beginning of the second half in place of Mauran. Coach Jim Nuland came into the game, and soon accounted for another three points by a penalty kick for goal to raise the score to 8-all. It was only then that the Harvard injuries were felt. The forwards were worn out from being pushed back by the Nassau scrum, and the backfield minus Eaton and Mauran could hardly keep up with the Princeton team's running attack. A dejected Harvard team left the field with the score...
Mama (Irene Dunne), who is very much the boss in her home, carefully allocates her husband's weekly pay. Katrin (Barbara Bel Geddes), who wants to grow up to be a writer, listens enraptured while the family's roomer, a worn-out old actor (Sir Cedric Hardwicke), reads aloud from Dickens and Shakespeare. Mama's painfully timid old-maid sister (Ellen Corby), who wants to marry an equally timid undertaker (Edgar Bergen), seeks Mama's moral support. Little Dagmar is operated on for mastoiditis (by Dr. Rudy Vallee, with a beard...
There it sat, an $18 million imitation English village, spang in the midst of the Connecticut countryside. An eccentric old woman had built Avon Old Farms as the spit & image of a Cotswold village, with carefully warped roofs, rippled window panes, synthetically worn stairs. She had meant it for a boys' school. There were no students at Avon last week. The only sign of schoolboy life was a boy named Butch, busy tacking up college pennants in a monklike cubicle in one of the dormitories, installing model airplanes, and littering up the joint after the fashion of twelve-year...