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...ball traveled 275 yards down the middle of the fairway. Iron smote rubber-and Armour's ball made a 180-yard parabola to the green, 15 feet from the cup. For four minutes Armour studied his putt. Then, there was a tap, a roll and a clink. Armour had made 301. Next day, in the play-off of the tie, Armour again came from behind to complete the round in 76, while Cooper slashed for a 79. A spectator's body prevented one of Armour's mashie shots from going into some rock-ribbed tall grass. Open...
...they understand the beauty of our city Who are not connoisseurs of loveliness? For it is not the beauty of gay lights; Nor of swift moving crowds; nor quick young laughter ; Nor of shop-thronged streets; nor the sharp hard clink of money Passing from fist to fist. Rather it is the beauty Of an old, old woman in a black mantilla; Of an old, old woman with unutterable wisdom Behind her wordless reticence; who lights a candle In token of prayer before a faded picture of the Madonna. Or it is humble beauty- A flock of goats tumbling down...
Irving Berlin once worked as a waiter in Nigger Mike's, an East Manhattan saloon. His talent was schooled by the clink and shuffle of a nickelodeon. Critics have often pointed meaningly to this fact saying that a man who could emerge from such a background with an equipment as fine as Mr. Berlin's?lacking perhaps the sophistication of George Gershwin, the light-foot fantasy of Jerome Kern, but authentic and interesting nevertheless?must be indeed a genius. So the phrase"Words and Music by Irving Berlin" has come to mean certain things to the U. S. public...
Well, the best thing would be to open up this bump very carefully and learn the hidden cause directly. So with a sterilized lancet the doctor, emergency surgeon now, pricked the baby's pink scalp. He pricked again. He heard a minute clink; he felt something hard against his lancet blade. He looked, and there gleaming up at him like a reptilian eye glittered in his incision the end of a steel darning needle...
...there is the scientific symposium. "Symposium" is obviously a misnomer. No one drinks at the Union or enters unconventionally into the discussions with a clink of glasses and a Germanic "Hoch!" Such men as Raleigh and the Virginia planters have put an end to that-- not to mention men more notorious. The clear air of discussion is now clouded with thin blue smoke, so that such gatherings as that to be held tonight should be more aptly termed "smokosiums", and may the best man smoke the others...