Word: fasted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Gore opened with a whirlwind attack that did not give Falcon's defense an opportunity to organize itself. Led by the accurate shooting of Joseph Rauh Jr. '32, and the fast passing of the two forwards, the Freshmen easily broke through and scored frequently. At half-time the score...
...Fellows '30 opened the real action when he mixed up with R. W. Hale Jr. '30 in a fast and deadly-earnest bout. At the sound of the bell, Fellows charged viciously into Hale with rapid blows, then, as he came into closer range, pummeled his opponent with jabs. In the second round Hale seemed to be gaining control of the tide of battle; Fellows had resorted to his shifting, defensive tactics and let himself be chased around the canvas, with Hale pursuing him and dealing out punishment. In the final period, however, the contest turned into a mauling, with...
Hartwell, who had already captured the diving, found no competition in the 200-yard free style, and walked away from his opponents in the fast time of 2 minutes 45 seconds. Second place saw a real struggle, with A. L. Mason '32 barely defeating H. L. Lash '32. The second free style contest, the 50-yard race, was, on the other hand, extremely tight; W. R. Timken '32 nosed out J. E. Ashworth '32 and L. M. Patterson '32, not a yard separating these three. Timken won his second first place of the afternoon in the 100-yard free style...
...extemporaneous songs, in which he takes the bald gentleman on our right and the fat lady in front for his subjects. The Lester and Irving trio produce one of the cleverest acts on the program with unusually difficult athletic stunts. Tony and Norman put on a bit of fast repartee, while Bobby Watson and Mary Lawlor, two former musical comedy stars also have an interesting song and dance...
Bare walls, and a plain French wooden bed. For 24 hours, last week, the Generalissimo tried out an "American bed"-with a crank and gadgets-then resumed his austere pallet. As he lay with fast-beating pulse, enduring alternate chills and fever, the man with the calm grey eyes would sometimes cast them for a long time on the richly embroidered Banner of all the Allied Nations, which hung above his head. Sometimes too he would call for his baton-the baton of a Marshal of France-and with the tips of his old fingers would caress along the shaft...