Word: backed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Coach Horween early decided to abandon the huddle which had marked his attack of previous years, but the same fundamental form of running offense was employed from the start. The characteristic formation was that of the double wing back variety with a flying interferer on all plays. Starting with excellent backfield material Horween was enabled to get his attacking forces rolling earlier and functioning more smoothly than usual...
Golf gave one of Dr. Horace Gray's (Chicago) middle-aged patients a pain in the back. Then another patient came in with the same sort of ache at the base of his spine. And shortly a third. But the last was a polo player. The three were enough for Dr. Gray to decide that he had discovered a new recreational malady - wrenched backs in men between 35 and 45 - and he hastened last week to notify the profession. Quick swings of the polo mallet twist stiffened spines. In golf the cause is the "brisk, snappy twist...
...House, many of them show people, told her she ought to go on the stage. They made fun of her deep, mournful voice, telling her they liked the way she sang. One night she ran away from home leaving a letter informing her father that she would never come back until she was famous. She plugged black-face songs in movie houses until, in 1907, she got a vaudeville contract at $12.50 a week. One day when she was in burlesque her trunk didn't come and she had to sing without her blackamoor makeup. Her comedy went over...
Grover C. (amphibians) Loening, first man to get a degree for aeronautical research (M. A., Columbia), wished a thrill last week, strapped a parachute to his back, went up in a Stearman over Roosevelt Field, L. I., at 2,000 feet jumped, and landed grinning...
Suddenly the noise ceases. We run out. The French storm-troops are 100 yards away. It is not against these men we fling our bombs. It is against Death, now visible, hunting us down. They keep coming, we fall back to our second line while our artillery mows them down. We want to rest but we are driven forward from behind: we counterattack. Beside me a lance-corporal has his head torn off. He runs a few steps more while the blood spouts from his neck like a fountain. I fall into an open belly. I see a man biting...