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...block of billiards played yesterday in the Main Living Room of the Union, Jake Schaefer, world's 18.1 balkline champion, defeated Welker Cochran 250 to 69, and in a game of 3 cushion billiards he won over Cochran by a score...
...Congress Isn't So Bad" in Plain Talk for January wrote as follows: ". . . The question before the house is: Has Congress become a governmental vermiform appendix? "In the House of Representatives' membership of 435 there is not enough hair on the involved faces to stuff a pin cushion. . . . "The more lenient critics believe we are unacquainted with contemporary poetry. Well, has there been any poetry lately? . . . "Belasco could recruit a troupe from our groups-Borah, the hero; Jim Reed, the villain; and Blanton, the mob scene! . . . "The press gallery often catches and transmits the noisy nothings...
Such restriction is set up because famed billiard players are too talented. Without balklines they cunningly collect the three balls near a cushion and "nurse" them endlessly . . . click click . . . click click . . . scoring indefinitely...
Time was when even famed players could not score thus monotonously. Cushions were made of wood or cloth stuffed with hair; balls caromed crazily. Tablebeds were wood; cues wood untipped. With these and cruder implements billiards was played for many centuries; references to its ancestry are found in Shakespeare and stories of the Crusades. About 100 years ago leather cue tips; stone table beds; and rubber cushions clustered to change the game. In 1854 one Michael Phelan contrived an improved cushion; became first U. S. champion. Many masters have succeeded him. Today great players are Edouard Horemans, Belgium; Eric Hagenlacher...
...bull's head was down as he watched the muleta. . . . He felt the sword buckle as he shoved it in, leaning his weight on it, and then it shot high in the air, end-over-ending into the crowd. Manuel had jumped clear as the sword jumped. The first cushions thrown out of the dark missed him. Then one hit him in the face, his bloody face looking towards the crowd. . . . 'Thank you,' he said. 'Thank you.' Oh, the dirty bastards. ... As he tripped on a cushion he felt the horn go into him. . . . "He looked at the bull going...