Word: fell
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Franco-Spanish troops, continuing their recent offensive against Abd-El-Krim from the South and East (TIME, May 17 et seq.), were astonished to discover one morning last week that the enemy had vanished in the night, that white flags were aflutter where Riffian machine guns popped when darkness fell. After conducting for five years one of the most stubborn "native revolts" of the present century against the encroachment of "civilized powers," Abd-El-Krim apparently decided last week that his jig was up?sued for peace, surrendered unconditionally...
Last week in the great I. C. A. A. A. A. track meet at Cambridge, six records* fell. A flying youth named Russell from Cornell dashed 100 yd. in 9 7/10 sec., equaling the record set four years ago and disproving a statement by an old-time coach to the effect that anyone who ran the hundred in less; than 10 sec. was a liar. That feat is a commonplace today. The same youth bolted uncannily down tho track for the 220 yd. dash, came in like lightning, passed his field...
Carefully calculating the height of the crosspiece, Sabin Carr of Yale walked down the cinder path, turned, began trotting with his bamboo shaft poised like a phalanx spearman's, ran faster, vaulted boltlike into the air, hung suspended for an instant, writhed a little and fell. He cleared at 13 ft. 2 in., another record...
Perhaps the shower that fell that afternoon gave Bobby a crick in the neck. Many thought so, though he refused to admit it. Or perhaps it was just one of those inexplicable lapses that the best of players cannot escape. At all events, it was a different Jones that hooked to the rough and traps, sent his approaches wide and missed diminutive putts the next day against 21-year-old Arthur Jamieson Jr., whose work around the greens more than earned him his place in the semifinal. There Jamieson was trimmed by S. F. Simpson, while Jess Sweetser was demonstrating...
...champion and that Simpson was a good golfer. There was really nothing more to be said. If Mr. S. F. Simpson of Glasgow joined your foursome next Sunday, you would admire his game. You would remember him as an exceptionally quiet man who teed his ball very high, who fell back on his heels after driving, and who was a deadly putter. His approach shots might be a little worse than yours if you were playing' well. Still, Mr. Simpson would probably have the best ball all the way around unless the local professional happened to be the fourth...