Word: capping
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Mother's Day, a Manhattan store offered the "all-in-one shears, a many-armed gadget which can be used as a fish sealer, bottle opener, nutcracker, screw-cap opener, hook extractor, pliers, screw driver, or hammer...
Still in the dugout at week's end was such costly talent as ailing Clouter Charlie Keller, Pitcher Bob Porterfield and Second Baseman Snuffy Stirnweiss, not to mention DiMag himself. Watching their understudies paste the ball lopsided, some Yankee veterans seemed almost resigned to bench-warming. To cap it all, the Yanks were getting fine pitching: Vic Raschi and Ed Lopat had won three each...
...accounts of the short, sharp encounter seemed to tally. Most of the 24,069 fans didn't even see it. Sportwriters, radio announcers and TV took a quick look, dismissed it casually as another cap-snatching caper of the kind that is a common occurrence at the Polo Grounds. But not Fred Boysen. He cried out for a doctor, was taxied to a hospital. There, according to an attendant, he achieved "a couple of really impressive faints." In less time than it takes to beat out a bunt, a lawyer was at his bedside, making talk of a damage...
...iron, but a silken curtain." When the curtain rose once more, the workers had been moved inside the cage, and outside, mocking them, stood Hitler. On hand to congratulate the Führer on his escape were a U.S. capitalist and Winston Churchill, complete with cheroot and navy cap...
From there on, Webb keeps himself and the audience highly entertained. He wears his freshman cap with the same deadpan elegance he gives to his cane and his well-draped suit. In his job as hasher, he can toss up crepes Belvedere or lecture the young women of the sorority on table manners. At the piano in the sorority parlor, he can play Beethoven or boogie, but he prefers the works of Belvedere. His biggest, and perhaps funniest, moment comes at the Freshman-Sophomore track-meet when he lays aside his dog-eared book, rolls his well-creased trousers above...