Word: dumbness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Naturally these men will get little sympathy because they will be classed, ipso facto, as dumb bunnies. Neither tutor, lecturer, nor department head can be brought to a boil about their plight and they may well land up, therefore, by being shunted off to University 4 and left to the unfortunate ministrations of those little Napoleons, the baby deans. Lest these men who, when tutorial is gone, will have very little left to turn to except Widener, drag the whole scheme into bad repute and allow it to develop ultimately into a two-degree system such as Oxford, with...
...week were getting an idea of what a revolution feels like. Timid housewives laid in siege supplies of food from neighborhood stores, being afraid to venture downtown. Guests at the big Statler Hotel got the shock of their lives when cooks, waitresses, bellboys, chambermaids and elevator operators, conventionally as dumb and docile as the hotel furniture, impertinently sprawled down in lobbies and lounges, left them littered with cigaret butts and wastepaper, refused to serve food, carry bags, make beds, man elevators. Smelling trouble, managers of the Book-Cadillac, Detroit-Leland and Fort Shelby tried to lock out the bulk...
Brookfield Dumb-Bell, named for the lemon dumbbell-shaped splotch on his side, was a runt. But he was a champion's son and when his turn came he, too, won the top U. S. bird dog championship, the National Field Trials on the Hobart Ames plantation at Grand Junction, Tenn. One autumn when he had grown old and too slow for quail, the little setter's master took him away from his familiar brush and stubble to the thick pines of Minnesota to hunt grouse. Out of his master's sight one grey afternoon...
Brookfield Dumb-Bell lived only in John Taintor Foote's classic story, Dumb-Bell of Brookfield, but last week from Georgia came proof that Author Foote's tale was no fantasy. Out for quail with a friend's three bird dogs were Paul T. Chance, an Augusta lawyer, and his two sons. After a covey rise, some of the single birds settled in a small ravine beside a railroad culvert. When Brilliant Joe, an 8-year-old setter, reached the top of the railroad embankment, he saw that one of his mates, a young pointer...
Touched by that story were the sportsmen gathered at Grand Junction last week for the 42nd annual running of the National Field Trials. But in a long fortnight of dog-running, it was the only reminder they had of heroic Brookfield Dumb-Bell. Thirty-nine of the nation's best bird dogs, one of the biggest entry lists in years, performed in colorless fashion. Experts blamed the poor showing partly on the weather-late winter snow and sleet alternating with blustery spring winds-but also on the seldom-mentioned fact that the Ames Plantation is no longer precisely overrun...