Word: broking
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Frowning in his southern garden, fatherly little Premier Gaston Doumergue gathered last week that his command to his Cabinet ("Tell the boys to be good") had not appeased the catfight that broke out fortnight ago in his "Government of Appeasement" (TIME, July 30). "Liars! Forgers!" hissed ambitious Conservative Minister André Tardieu, charging the Radical Socialists with complicity in the Stavisky Scandal. "Liar! Cabinet-wrecker!" snarled Radical Socialist Minister Edouard Herriot. "Retract! Resign!" howled both...
Another protégé of Coach Daughters is University of Washington's amazing Jack Medica, who, at the A. A. U. men's championships at Chicago month ago, broke the world's record for the mile in 20:57.8. smashing the records for the 350, 1,100 and 1,320-yd. distances on his way. At 19, he now holds seven world and eleven U. S. records. Son of an Italian office clerk, Swimmer Medica likes spaghetti, milk, beer. Excessively lazy, he walks as little as possible on his way to and from practice, lies dozing beside the pool until called...
...opening match, Shields, serving wildly, lost the first game. Austin, sleek-haired, wearing ?3 flannel shorts, worked the score to 4-all, then broke Shields's serve, took the set, 6-4. Flustered by an opponent who refused to be stampeded by cannonball serves and occasional blistering volleys, Shields tried to pull his game together, managed to lead, 4-2, in the second set. Thereafter the match was all Austin...
Negro laborers taught him to play the guitar badly. But nobody taught him his clear full-throated yodel that almost never broke into falsetto. When he was little more than 20 he married...
...June 1933 the company sent out two salvage boats in charge of its ace operations man, a spidery, sun-browned little spitfire named Frank Curtis. This looked to Frank Curtis like the hardest job of his life. Grappling lines slipped and snapped, power winches broke. In August the salvage crew was ready to quit. Spitfire Curtis jumped up & down, barked, screamed and swore until they went back to work. In October an anchor chain whacked Frank Curtis across the legs, almost cut them off. Two hours later, with two men holding him upright, he was back on deck directing operations...