Word: cribbing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Wikens rather flounders through the chapters, endeavoring to find out what it's all about. She does and she doesn't. The three children are Dick, Tom, Madge. Reading from left to right they are a D. S. O., a "conchy,' and a V. A. D., a fairly representative crib of the sort of thing one could or could not do back...
...over the muzzle of his shotgun. A fading saleswoman sees a bearded lover watching daily from a neighboring window for her arisings; discovers the face to be a carved Christ's; resigns herself once more to loving the celluloid doll in her store-window demonstration of a patent crib. There are moments when the author's sensitive comprehension threatens to quaver and mawk, but these moments are rare and in them quiet ecstasy is equally imminent. Some may say that the frustrated or guilty woman appears rather more frequently in Benefield stories than seems natural; that...
...past the abstract values of the situation and faces realities the publications of honor become very complex. For honor embraces not only regard for the truth but fidelity to obligation as well, and pressure of the latter can easily confuse the student into thinking that the use of a crib is not only harmless but even honorable. All students are under heavy family obligations, parents have paid hard-earned money for their education, and expect passes, not flunks. In addition, athletes are under heavy obligations to the student body. They have been showered with adulation, and they are expected...
...grandmother of Harold Kronk, great-grandmother of the missing baby, pointing to a window through which the smoke streamed in livid grey-green waves. She broke the restraining grasp of the firemen, of Mr. and Mrs. Kronk, dashed up the cinder-hot stairs, bent over the baby's crib. Smoke made her eyes dazzle. She could see nothing in the crib. Was it possible that the baby had been carried out after all? Heat licked at her skirt, singed her arms; terrible heat burrowed in her eyesockets. No, there he was; he lay with his head on his quilt...
...Webster, Mass., last week a five-month-old infant was wailing with a concatenation of cries which clutched the mother's heart, sent her running to her baby's crib. She snatched up the child and hurriedly felt for open diaperpins. Then she undressed it to hunt for chafes. The body was pink and dry. Gently she pressed the abdomen, even though the cries were not those of colic. The flesh dimpled under her probing finger. It was firm yet not rigid. Puzzled and worried she dandled her baby a moment and gave it to nurse. The wailing...