Word: beers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...newspaperman who joined Nazi Fritz Kuhn's German-American Bund in order to spill its secrets in Chicago's tabloid Times. Put on the Dies Committee payroll as an investigator, he testified before it two months ago that the Bund, on the surface a minuscule singing, beer-bibbing and marching society, was in reality a hateful Nazi network with some 500,000 U.S. sympathizers. Last week Chairman Dies made a timely move by recalling Witness Metcalfe to repeat and amplify his previous testimony, having him dress in his Bund uniform for photographers...
...underdog National League club, will try to stop the "Damnyankees." That the Yankees are a monopolistic and "have" organization cannot be disputed, since they comprise one of the highest-salaried teams in baseball and own a farm system that makes them look impregnable for the future. Will the Ruppert beer-filled rifles riddle the Windy City Cubbies? Will Manager Joe McCarthy, the only man who has ever managed both a National and American League pennant winner, become the first to win three World Series in a row? Will the Chicagoans succumb meekly, as they did not long...
...tournaments sponsored by the Amateur Softball Association-met in Chicago for the sixth annual national championships. After a week of eliminations, played simultaneously in five different parks, the men's championship went to the Pohlar's Cafe team of Cincinnati (owned by the proprietors of a German beer garden), whose pitcher, Clyde Kirkendall, had pitched 127 consecutive scoreless innings (a record) earlier in the season. Women's championship, won by Cleveland's Num Num Girls for the past two years, went to the J. J. Kriegs of Alameda, Calif, (owned by a little clothing merchant...
...hotel somewhere in up-state New York. Here they were, the whole train-load of them, stranded, with wash-outs ahead and bridges, out behind, isolated on a flood-girdled island. He was wet and weary and he thought rather apprehensively of the rising waters all around, but the beer was good and, by God, this was adventure of a sort. Out of another day was this dingy room, with its hideously-hewn, dirty-mirrored bar, its splintery floor, its dirty walls plastered with reward notices of rogues, new ond old. On these same walls wee now cavorting much more...
...conversation, prevent the formation of cliques. The food is famed. Coffee is served in the main parlor, where guests are expected to be interesting but not read manuscripts. Around ten, when Mrs. Ames retires, guests are expected to go to bed, too, not slip off to Saratoga for a beer. In this Yaddo differs from the MacDowell Colony at Peterborough, N. H., where village beer has been known to produce some excellent rhyming...