Word: behinder
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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With these two victories behind them the Harvard warriors entered the West Point game with high hopes of upsetting the touted Cadet eleven. Here again the team evinced evidences of unlimited power, stopping the redoubtable Cagle, Army half-back for the only time all season, and playing the invaders' running attack to a standstill. Had it not been for a pair of fumbles and two bad passes from center. Harvard might well have come out on top; instead of on the short end of a 15 to 0 count...
...ideal behind physical exercise at Harvard today is supervised recreational competition. Gone are the days when boys assemble in a gymnasium to follow in sheep-like fashion the lead of a physical director. This form of exercise has been replaced by competitive games, and it is interesting to know that in this building these, is a very small space devoted to the old type gymnasium facilities. I doubt if there will be more than a dozen pairs of dumb bells or Indian clubs in the whole building, but in their place we shall have swimming, wrestling, boxing, fencing, basketball, indoor...
...above the ground. To an airplane he tastened a 50-ft. cord, a 1-ft. string, an old black sock, 18 in. long, 4 in. in diameter. The plane then swooped in an arc 100 ft. above him, the sock streaking out behind it. With a 5½-ft. bait-casting rod and a line with a nine-hook plug, he hooked the sock and jerked it from the string on three out of five tries...
...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 his own arm. I see another stagger away holding his front...
...cinemactor's heart. The lightning flashed. The thunder banged. The cowboys whooped. The horses, led by a black mustang stallion, galloped. Gumbo mud spattered. Arrived at the camp the horses, thoroughly out of control, splashed through the shallow water-pool, soon left wet and weary horse catchers far behind. "It's a part of the game," said Catcher Skelton...