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...whose "walk and conversation" were unpalatable. One Professor J. A. G. Davis, chairman of the faculty and apparently rather unloved, was instantly shot by a marauding masked student whom he sought to identify. The "calathump" institution along with the "dyke," a lynch-party directed at students overly "addicted to calico" or Southern Womanhood, fell into gradual disuse in 1856. Ancestral example, however, has not been lost to later generations...
...opened last week's show by announcing: "My rich, velvety baritone is ready to bring you . . . songs that all America never heard of." Abe's song titles include: I've Got a Gal in Calico Who's Dying for a Mink and You Ate Up a Hunk of My Heart...
Died. James Evershed Agate, 69, bumptiously witty, self-centered (his nine-volume autobiography is entitled Ego) cotton-mill owner who tired of working with calico ("hating every yard of it"), became one of Britain's top literary, cinema and drama critics (the London Daily Express and Sunday Times); of a heart attack; in London...
...Calico & Cream Pots. As letters, they make fascinating reading; as a record of Southern life, 1861-65, they are worth a stack of yarns like Gone With the Wind. The title tells only part of the story, for some of the best letters are Susan Black-ford's. Prices were high, she explained: calico, $2.50 a yard; leather boots, $50 a pair. Little Willie, their son, was naughty but "so funny": he sang "Dixie" when he went to bed at night instead of going off to sleep as he should...
They traveled through a country of night hawks, deer, bears, panthers, wildcats, and hunted turkeys by moonlight. At St. Louis they drove across the prairie through flowering and fragrant shrubs, past orchards bending and breaking with loads of fruit, where boys rode by on calico ponies "hallowing & laughing." Around the houses were "fat Negro wenches, drying apples & peaches on boards under trees," and in the villages were strapping Indian squaws from the tribes famed for the beauty of their women. Irving thought the Indians were like strange, wild, magnificent prairie birds. They rode by in scarlet turbans with plumes...