Word: cub
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Although riddled with injuries from the first of the season, the Crimson team holds victories over the strong B.U. and B.C. cub aggregations. A Harvard triumph is expected because B.U. defeated Tufts, and the Yardlings outslugged B. U. earlier in their schedule...
Coach Bill Nenfeld's Yardling track team hasn't been beaten yet. But Saturday, when in the last meet of the season his charges step out of schoolboy track circles to tackle a tough cub outfit from New Haven, he'll know whether he has something or not. It won't be a pushover for the Crimson like last year, when one of Harvard's greatest Freshman track teams whitewashed the Blue...
...editor of the London Criterion and the most gift-stricken poet of his time is a tall man with a large, pale face, gentle, cavernous dark eyes, a Roman beak, cub ears and a meditative mouth. He has a famous aversion to being photographed and never until this spring had he sat for an important portrait in oils. Last week the completed Portrait of T. S. Eliot by Artist-Author Wyndham Lewis suddenly became celebrated. It was refused a place in the Royal Academy's annual exhibition of British Art. And in protest against this act the Academy...
...birthday was to be seen at the German Chancellery, into which flowed truckloads of gifts from ecstatic admirers. Der Führer received tons of flowers, hundreds of cakes, a set of phonograph records of Anschluss speeches, a set of foreign translations of Mein Kampf, a lion cub, the 500,000th Daimler-Benz car, a portrait of the late General Erich Ludendorff and numerous cradles, baby carriages, and babies' clothes "from the provinces"-i. e., from provincial families still unaware that the man who so often appeals to German mothers for more and better children is a bachelor...
...with his bride of less than a year, told her he was "going to disappear." After spending the night in Long Island hotel, where employes reported he had arrived in a boisterous state, moody Andrew Whitfield drove to Roosevelt Field, climbed into the cockpit of his small, silver Taylor-Cub monoplane, told attendants he was off to Brentwood, 20-odd miles away. Flyer Whitfield then nosed his plane into a mild easterly wind, disappeared from sight. Next afternoon an eight-State search by plane, police and boat got under way. Most plausible of a welter of rumors-including one, later...