Word: fell
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...Crowley, 12 feet, in 10 1/4 sec.; the sixth by J. S. Voorhis, 18 feet, in 10 sec.; the second round by C A. J. Queckberner, 30 feet, in 10 1/4 sec. and J. S. Voorhis, 18 feet, in 10 1/4 sec. The final fell to J. S. Voorhis, 18 feet, in 10 sec. When heats are run in 10 seconds we naturally look, for the champions on the scratch mark, but instead we find M. McFaul, a deaf mute of the Fanwood A. C., whose best effort for the year has been 10 1/2 sec., which was done...
...yards), Tubbs, '79 (200 yards), having withdrawn. This was the most exciting feature of the day. They all got well away, and for the first lap maintained nearly their relative positions. On the second lap Parker lost ground a little, and Swan began creeping up. Parker soon fell behind, and it was evident he was suffering from the effects of a recent fall. Swan gradually but surely decreased the distance between himself and Sturgis. Sturgis rode a brave race. On the last quarter of the last lap they were neck and neck, and, as they came driving down the home...
...order; Winsor alone reaching first on a hot liner to left field which Brown failed to hold, and in attempting to reach third was fielded out by Smith. Parker hit for a base, but was beautifully fielded out by Tyng to Latham. Smith took his base on balls, but fell an easy victim to Tyng and Latham. In the second and third innings Yale retired in order. Latham was left on second after making a base...
Seventh Inning. - Ripley took first on a fumble by Latham, but fell a victim to Tyng and Latham. Tyng made a remarkable one-handed foul fly catch, which he was obliged to jump for. Harvard nothing...
...this very moment the Bell gave one loud peal, and fell prostrate before me. There, in our very midst, standing with implacable look, was the dreaded Jones himself. The soldier on guard had failed to warn us of his approach, and all was lost. Confusion reigned; the Gargoyles started on a run for Memorial, the Pumps stood helplessly trembling and shedding tears, the Bulletin Board nimbly crawled under the benches, and the Bell, half strangled by the grip of Jones, filled the air with the most shocking profanity. Terror-stricken, I took to my heels, and never stopped until safe...