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...bead of my gun right on the guy that was carrying the dog. If he'd made one funny move I'd have got him dead to rights. But he didn't. I figured at the time he was a deputy sheriff." Mildred Davis Lloyd, wife of film Funnyman Harold Lloyd, said: "I hope it's a boy." Expected time: March. Lloyd children to date: Mildred Gloria, 6; Marjorie Elizabeth, 5 (lately adopted...
...waddling, brown-black-&-yellowish-white, bead-eyed, strong-toothed, sharp-quilled porcupine of the West (erethizon epixanthum) has been protected for years for the same reason that porcupines are protected in the North and East: it is the one animal of the forest which man, lost in the woods without a firearm, could be sure of killing to escape starvation...
Last and greatest event will be the National Rifle Team Match. To win this each branch of U. S. armed forces strives doggedly. Sights are smoked with candle flames so that a finer "bead" may be drawn. Shoulders are padded with sheep hide and rags to fend the recoil. Windage and elevation are shrewdly calculated, lucky pieces rubbed. Classic is the tale of one Infantry marksman who would not change his underclothing during his three weeks at Camp Perry, fearing it would affect his condition in the Team shoot. The great event, shot at 1,000 yards, is usually held...
Interest centers around the highly embossed loving cup that is the Mount Auburn Clambake Award. The metal of this trophy has a delicate green tinge that sets off the bead-fringed wormholes in a most favorable light. The age of the cup has never been correctly estimated, although the Latin inscription "Sie Konnen Mit Mir Trinken" indicates an obscure origin. The winners of it last year were the Cambridge Flying Squadron but it is apparently going to change hands again this spring...
...just after dawn, his legs dangling against his horse's flanks. He dismounted, stood back to back with James Shields. Both had muskets. They walked 20 paces, turned toward each other and took aim. Shields fired first, but his arm quivered. Lincoln remained upright, drawing a meticulous bead. Then his gun startled the silent morning...