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...handlebars like a motorcycle, a footboard on which the driver puts his feet, an enclosed engine housing over the rear wheel on which he sits. Unlike either bicycle or motorcycle, it can be ridden sitting straight up, with a minimum loss of dignity. The rider straddles no crossbar, has no engine between his knees to oil his slacks...
...Bellboys wasted no time, and after only a minute and a half of play, right halfback Gooder intercepted a pass and ran 30 yards for a touchdown. The extra point hit the crossbar and bounced over...
...record of 14 ft. 6½ in. held by Oregon's George Varoff. At the Stanford-U.S.C. dual meet they soared 14 ft. 8 ½in. Three weeks later at the Pacific Coast Conference meet they vaulted 14 ft. 11 in., quit then simply because the crossbar could not be extended higher. As host for the N.C.A.A. meet last week, the University of California erected new standards 15 ft. 6 in. high. Somewhat psychic, Sefton and Meadows both correctly guessed before the meet that their four-year doubling streak might not last. They explained: "People are looking...
Sueo Ohe of Keio University with only five days to accustom himself to a board runway, indoor performing, New York City and new vaulting poles, smilingly hoisted himself through the din of the evening hours up over the rising crossbar until World Record Holder George Varoff of the University of Oregon (14 ft., 6½ in.), Olympic Champion Earle Meadows of Southern California (14 ft., 3¼ in.) and five other contestants had tumbled defeated into the sawdust landing pit. Ohe sailed easily over 14 ft. 3 in. for a new meet record. A jury of sportswriters voted...
Goggled against the stinging snow and wind that burn your face, you sit tense in a narrow cockpit, legs braced, toes hooked under a crossbar. The tiller jerks and trembles in your hands, intensifying your sensation of speed. A few inches beneath you is the ice, now white and granular, now slick as black glass, racing by to the singing of the wind in your rigging and the crisp cutting sound of the sharp-bladed runners. You put your nose down into your muffler to catch a warm breath-the wind has you gasping and your cheeks feel shaved...