Word: camped
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Between Camp & Campus. Jack McCloy's first steps were taken in Philadelphia where he was born in 1895 ("north of Market Street, on the wrong side of the railroad tracks," McCloy explains). His father, who came of Scotch-Irish Presbyterian stock, worked for an insurance company. When Jack was six his father died, leaving no insurance. Mother Anna May Snader McCloy, of Pennsylvania Dutch (i.e., German) background, learned nursing, told Jack his father had hoped he would be a lawyer, skimped & saved to send him to Maplewood, a Quaker boarding school, then to Peddie, Amherst College and finally Harvard...
...camp at the Siglo Veinte (20th Century) tin mine, 12,000 feet high in the Bolivian Andes, Mrs. Elena O'Connor was preparing lunch. Her husband Tom, a Pasadena, Calif, engineer employed at the Patiño-owned mine, was visiting another U.S. engineer next door. Through her window Mrs. O'Connor saw 15 Indian miners rush to the neighbor's house and kick in the door. Minutes later the Indians came out dragging the two Americans, whose faces were blotched with blood...
...where they both limbered up for the season (Henrich with the New York Yankees and Musial with the St. Louis Cardinals), they were less conspicuous than the greenest rookies. Nobody had to give them orders about getting in shape; they trained themselves. Many a player turns up at camp hog-fat; Musial, who had put himself on a winter schedule of two meals a day, reported five pounds underweight and built up to his normal 175. When the season began, Stan Musial dug in at the plate with his peculiar crouch. "He looks like a kid peeking around the corner...
...Harvard camp explained that an observation boat anchored near the finish line at Bartlett's Cove is for invited guests only. It was chartered by a group of Harvard students...
...land that the writings of Henry Louis Mencken were served up exclusively for a by-gone age, namely the Twenties, and it follows that they no longer merit attention. This notion was voted, on and passed, it would seem, by the professional critics of our letters, their camp-followers, and their spiritual confreres, all of whom are afflicted with the need either to treat things seriously or to ignore them altogether. Since Mencken clearly cannot be taken seriously in this day and age, the alternative is chosen, with the result that his books, except for the tomes on the American...