Word: drives
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...time in the last 20 years. Something froze Dzerzhinsky's soul in his youth- perhaps too early and too long imprisonment-and he became imbued with the prodigious soulless energy of a machine. While imprisoned in Poland and later in Siberia, he begged permission, lest inaction drive him mad, to empty daily all his fellow prisoners' latrines. Like a famished tiger, he thirsted for the revolutionary works of Marx, but (naturally) his gaolers were adamant on that point, though obliging in the matter of latrines...
Last week another effort was made. Smith, whose mouth turns down at the corners, missed a putt; Sarazen, whose mouth curls up in a grin, holed a birdie 4. Smith, who sometimes falters, shied his drive into the rough; Sarazen, who swings with compact precision, banged far down the fairway. "Ho ho!" cried hasty ones, "You see how this will end!" But Smith, whose wrists are wiry, winged a shot home and sank his putt for a 3. He missed another birdie by an eyelash, then holed a long side- hill recovery putt. He sized up putt after putt thereafter...
...Philadelphia Rapid Transit Co. operates subways, surface cars, elevated trains, motor busses, taxicabs. There are elevators in its buildings. Its messengers pedal bicycles. Its directors ride horseback, sail boats, drive roadsters. Last week it began operating airplanes. The Company had not only contracted for the airmail route between Philadelphia and Washington, D. C., but undertook a passenger service as well. This seventh link* in the country's airmail chain is 123 miles long, from Philadelphia Navy Yard to Hoover Field. Seven passengers made the first trip, among them Airplane Designer Anthony H. G. Fokker of Holland and New York...
Perhaps Jones reflected in similarwise as he got ready to make his last drive. The gallery had formed before his eyes in two deep banks between which trickled a tapering lane, the fairway...
...second hole when Mitchell bunkered an iron shot. He won the fourth hole when Mitchell hooked a drive. He won the fifth and sixth holes with faultless golf, the tenth with a birdie. After that he was never behind again. Mitchell, quite obviously, was stewing in his own juice. Perspiration poured into his eyes; he had his caddy fetch a towel from the clubhouse, complained that he could not hold his clubs. To remedy the last evil he donned a chamois glove, but, yielding to the dim British feeling that a man who plays golf without a coat might...