Word: brilliantly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Graduation last June stripped the Crimson mentor of his outstanding line, Captain Austie Harding, Win Jameson, and Joe Patrick, and this year's forward trios will have to be drawn from relatively inexperienced lettermen. There will be no star of the first magnitude comparable to brilliant Austie Harding, but in time the Hoddermen may develop into a stubborn outfit...
High-grade backfield men were numerous all over the circuit, but this year top mention belongs to Cornell's superb blocking quarterback, pathfinder Walt Matuszezak. He was the heart of Coach Snavely's attack, the answer to any coach's prayer. There were brilliant running backs to run through the gaping holes he manufactured in enemy lines, and chief among them was Whit Baker...
...viola, he switched to it for life. In 1937, when NBC officials were recruiting their new NBC Symphony, they heard a phonograph record of Violist Primrose playing a Paganini caprice. Never had they heard or heard tell of such fast & fluent viola playing, at first thought some super-brilliant violinist like Jascha Heifetz had made the record under an assumed name. They telegraphed Primrose, then on tour with the London String Quartet, and offered him the job of Toscanini's chief viola player. He accepted...
Queerest-looking of the lot was Vice President Alexander Hamilton Stephens, one of Georgia's most brilliant lawyers, an admirer of Lincoln and Davis' bitterest foe. Weighing around 90 Ibs., hollow-chested, skeleton-faced, he was so tiny that a fellow-traveler once said to him: "Sonny, get up and give your seat to the gentleman." He read the Anatomy of Melancholy for his violent fits of blues, once cried out: "What have I not suffered from a look!" His good pal was hulking, roundheaded, roaring, witty, Rabelaisian Secretary of State Robert Toombs, great orator and charmer...
...Sebastian Bannon, who likes the sea better than Harvard Law School, ships aboard the Gloucester halibut-trawler Susan Dillon for the winter voyage, greenest of a crew of unanimous goldenhearts. Of sailing, the weathers of the winter sea, the fishing itself, physical action and hardship, he gives a rimy, brilliant account. In the best pages of the book Sebastian, lost at sea, rows his dead dory-mate 100 miles to land, his hands frozen to the oars. He and his rescuer, a young woman, are marooned on (and rescued from) a somewhat Melvilleian iceberg which mystically wanders...