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...over his street clothes as a judge does his bench gown. There is a saving exuberance and sense of fun about the worst of The Lady, as there is a soaring ease about the best of it. After the naturalistic theater's monotonous verbal drip-drip into a bucket, The Lady's Not for Burning makes a fine bright careless splash...
Thoroughly scared, Democrats last week decided that they just couldn't explain Tubbo. They did the next best thing; they tried to make the voters look somewhere else. Squads of paste and bucket men were sent rushing out to some 500 billboards which carried pictures of various lesser Democratic candidates. Over these expendable faces the paste and bucket brigade slapped a mammoth photograph of Harry Truman holding aloft the hand of Scott Lucas. The legend on the poster: "For World Peace and Continued Prosperity-Vote Democratic...
...long lived on their memories of Connie Mack's last great teams, the American League pennant winners of '29, '30 and '31. "Lefty" Grove and Righthander George Earnshaw pitched to Mickey Cochrane; Al Simmons ranged in left field, batted with his foot awkwardly in the bucket and was always over .300. Slugging Jimmy Foxx covered first base, and bustling over the rest of the infield, playing where he was needed most, was hustling Jimmy Dykes, a crack utility man and Connie Mack's favorite performer...
What the annual Boston-Syracuse football game needed for greater class, a special B.U. committee had decided, was a nice trophy-something like the Michigan-Minnesota little brown jug or the Indiana-Purdue old oaken bucket. The committee considered and discarded the notion of a totem pole or a big bass drum. Finally someone suggested an oldtime Boston bean pot. Bright B.U. Publicity-man George Wood took over from there...
Hole in the Bucket. When he was eleven, his father died of tuberculosis, leaving the family penniless. His mother brought Robert and his sister (two years younger) back to New England. Grandfather Frost, an overseer in a Lawrence, Mass, woolen mill, received them without enthusiasm. "We were the hole in the bucket," says Frost. His mother went to work teaching school, and young Robert trudged to high school in his grandfather's cut-down suit. He worked in the mills, nailed shoes, helped farmers. He began to read Latin and Greek avidly, wrote his first poem (in blank verse...