Word: cribbing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Arena of investigation was a paneled dome, big as an igloo. Two soundless cinecameras rode on tracks up the sides of the dome to the top. Inside was a specially designed clinical crib with accessories. The crib was in focus whatever the position of the cameras. The dome's interior was flooded with a soft, diffused light. The dome was encased in a one-way vision screen so that operators outside could see inside, but the performing infant could not see outside...
Foraging ants found the milk drippings, scurried back to the ant hill with the tidings. When Mrs. Patrick returned from the tomato patch, the crib, the coverlet, Harold's head were a rusty-red quiver. The baby was unconscious. Doctors thought that he might recover from the ant-bite poison (formic acid). But the red ants, like the all-devouring soldier ants which terrorize tropical Asia, had nipped the sight from...
...waited until her 3-month-old child Harold partly emptied his bottle. Then Mrs. Watson Patrick tucked him in his crib under the tree at the edge of the tomato patch, wiped dribble from his lips, and left him for an hour to help her husband cultivate the vines. Unobserved by the Patricks, shack-living tenant farmers of Bells, Tenn., when they placed the child's crib on the ground, was a red ant hill. Nor did Mother Patrick notice that her son's milk bottle was leaking on the coverlet, dripping to the ground...
...refer, of course, to the notice concerning "brother Kelton" in the Playgoer's column on page four. Considering how feminine a young lady Pert Kelton was only a picture or two ago, I find it quite remarkable that "he" can now fit a gangster part perfectly, crack a crib with "his" underlings...
...Wall Street as a customer's man turned his eyes from surrealiste poetry to Coolidge finance. Married, with two sons, Josephson lives at Gaylordsville, Conn, near his good friends Charles and Mary Beard (The Rise of American Civilization). In a workroom there made from an old corn crib he wrote The Robber Barons on a fellowship made possible by money from the Guggenheim family-plutocrats not included in his book. He is rather deaf, has a sloping forehead, a shy Slavic face; his mustache and hair parted in the middle give him the look of a Yiddish Robert Louis...