Word: dog
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Line. In a little village beyond the Pindus range, the footsore and dog-tired Bigart found his man. Bigart met Markos and his foreign minister Roussos there. With a woman of the town as interpreter, they sat on the grass in a shady churchyard and talked...
...some had kids at home. At one training table, nobody followed the ancient Greek rule - designed to prevent dyspepsia and headaches - that only the lightest topics be discussed at mealtimes. The conversation volleyed from the high price of neckties to reincarnation (one sprinter wanted to come back as a dog, another as a race horse). Then it lit on the most dyspeptic subject of all - track. The lean steeplechaser asked a half-miler: "Does all that sugar and dextrose you guys fill up on help...
...Casey Jones, relict of the famed engineer, sharp-eyed and spry at "over 80," rode up from Jackson, Tenn. to Chicago for a railroad fair, reminisced about Casey: "Laughing brown eyes that had the imp in them . . . took care of his engine like some people pamper a dog." On the fair: "Some doin's. Only wish Casey could be here. But I don't know what he'd think of these new diesels and the 'astra domes' and stuff...
...start of the Klondike rush of '97, Mike was a strapping, redheaded six-footer from the backwoods of Quebec. He was handy with his fists and his feet, could kick off the bar in the hitch-and-kick* at eight feet. He put together a nondescript dog team, began mushing supplies for the sourdoughs. He blazed a 1,400 mile dog-team trail from Dawson to Nome. He toted a piano on his back up the 1,200 ft. of Chilkoot Pass. With a corpse as cargo, he mushed over the mountains, 400 miles from Fairbanks to Valdez...
...Joyboy, afraid that Miss Thanatogenos' suicide will endanger his job at Whispering Glades, pays Dennis $1,000 to cremate her at the dog & cat cemetery. While she is volatilizing, Dennis "entered the office and made a note in the book kept there for that purpose. Tomorrow and on every anniversary as long as the Happier Hunting Ground existed, a postcard would go to Mr. Joyboy: Your little Aimée is wagging her tail in heaven tonight, thinking...