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There are still a large number of rooms left in the Philadelphia Y. M. C. A., which has volunteered to provide accommodations for members of the University on the night of the Pennsylvania football game, November 5, according to the Graduate Secretary of the Phillips Brook House, who received the invitation. The Association will provide single rooms at a regular rate of $1.50 and $2 each, and if enough reservations are filed in advance at the P. B. H., will undertake to lodge men in dormitories at the University of Pennsylvania at $.75 a night...
Courteous centaurs again pranced out upon the smooth surface of In- ternational Field, Meadow Brook Club, Long Island. Thousands clamored in the light blue grandstands. Thomas Hitchcock Jr. smote the first goal and the U. S. team led the British team. Hitchcock Jr. smote the second goal; and the third. He smote five goals in the game; J. Watson Webb smote two; Devereux Milburn, U. S. captain, one. Malcolm Stevenson, fourth player on the team, smote none, but played valiantly. In the seventh chukker he slipped from his horse and lay, a white figure, on the green grass. His knee...
...soft, green, magic carpet was unrolled at the Meadow Brook Club, L. I., between squat wooden structures, blue as robin's eggs. Into the squat structures poured more men with monocles than ever before gathered in one place in the U. S. Many of them wore suede shoes; blue jackets with brass buttons, and nearly all of them soft grey felt hats. With them their ladies, gay in scarlet and gold, green and white. The squat structures were nearly saturated with rich men, sportsmen, society men and their ladies, when out on the magic carpet the witch- ery which...
Major Atkinson was guardian of those goal posts for all the millions of the British Empire. With men, horses and money he and his comrades had come 11,000 miles from India to try their fortune at Meadow Brook for the International Polo...
...producers should have seen fit to resort to the invariable Hollywood alchemy of turning even the gunman's heart to gold. While in the death house, Bull is disturbed by only one loathsome thought. Suppose his sweetheart, Feathers (Evelyn Brent), and his regenerate drunkard protege, Rolls Royce (Clive Brook), had been the means of double-crossing him into the cuffs of the police? One hour before "burning" time, he breaks jail to settle this doubt, discovers that, although his thuglings have fallen in love right under his bristly chin, they have been loyal to him. Apparently all that really...