Word: attacked
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Gore opened with a whirlwind attack that did not give Falcon's defense an opportunity to organize itself. Led by the accurate shooting of Joseph Rauh Jr. '32, and the fast passing of the two forwards, the Freshmen easily broke through and scored frequently. At half-time the score...
Thus the story of Journey's End. The plot itself is not nearly so involved. It is a simple war story of ten men in a dugout during 36 hours that precede a German attack. Their reactions form the basis of the play. They snarl, they laugh, they fight, they cower, they die. Standing out among them is one who hopes for death. He has drowned cowardice with whiskey. He has nothing for which to live. On the eve of the attack there is sent to his company the brother of the girl he loves−the last person...
Courtly Prelude. With General Calles at Torreon in the north, rebel commanders made a flank attack around the western wing of the federals and struck at Mazatlan, the chief Pacific port of Mexico, northwest of the capital. The leaders of this thrust were General Ramon ("Sacristan"*) Iturbe and heavy-jowled Francisco Manzo. Advancing from the north and obscurity they took their place in the news. Halting the army of about 5,000 men, "Sacristan" Iturbe entered a telephone booth and called General Jaime Carillo, defender of the seaport...
...Fleming H. Revell Jr., wealthy-Manhattan church publisher, onetime Yale sprinter (100 yds. in 9⅓ sec.), issued with his 16-year-old daughter Muriel from the house of his octogenarian father, he was attacked by "my wife, a large, strapping woman." He pushed her aside, dodged her chauffeur, one William Kiefer (named as co-respondent in Mr. Revell's suit for divorce) and sprinted. Near 5th Avenue a burly man caught and held him. Mrs. Revell caught up and renewed her attack with nail, fist, tooth, and then had Mr. Revell arrested for assault. Said he: "The incident...
Half a million persons, transported by boats, motor cars, trains and airplanes, gathered last week around the Aintree racing course, shadowed by the murk of Liverpool. They watched 16 horses charge, as though in a Cossack attack, at the start of the Grand National Steeplechase. Horses stumbled. Horses straddled hedges. Horses fell into ditches. Ten reached the finish line at the end 856 yards. Leading them was one the name of which the half-million scarcely knew−a 100 to 1 shot, owned by a woman, ridden by a former sailor−Gregalach II, a chestnut gelding...