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Word: fighting (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Quietly but definitely Lamar coaches these men as they go through their paces. Perhaps Pete Olney is having a practice fight with Dwight Eills; the two men swing freely into each other, going round and round the ring, giving and taking. As collegiate boxing frowns on the practice of pounding a man to pieces from close quarters, the men do not follow up and close in as much as the professionals, but the action is fast, the blows hard. Lamar, looking on with several members of the team, serves as time-keeper and referee, and coaches at the same time...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Lining Them Up | 2/18/1937 | See Source »

...tuck fight, in which the last point of the last game could have thrown victory one way or another, Dorson nosed out Bernard Ridder of Princeton...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Dorson Wins Squash Title Over Ridder of Princeton | 2/15/1937 | See Source »

Relaxing from his job of being Cuba's Dictator, Colonel Fulgencio Batista attended a Havana cock fight with a group of friends, including cultural Carlos Mendieta whom Batista made Cuba's President for a while...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Feb. 15, 1937 | 2/15/1937 | See Source »

Rustum is bracing his feet in the sirups, holding his bow at arm's length and his fingers taut, as he watches the fight of his shaft. Isfandiyar, pierced in the eye, is sinking forward, clutching at saddle and mane. But both faces are wholly impassive; no movement of the features was necessary to the Persian mind. None was thought worthy of the dignity of painting. The-flowery meadown is merely suggested; trees, rocks and clouds are formal conventions. But the cosmic aspect of the tragedy is announced by a great burst of organge fight in the darkness...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Collections and Critiques | 2/12/1937 | See Source »

...than halfway came the news that their squadron at Port Arthur had been wiped out, the remnants of the Pacific Fleet bottled up at Vladivostok. With every sea-mile it became more apparent that their own hastily-assembled armada was in no shape for a cruise, let alone a fight. Many of their ships were obsolete, the crews ignorant, ill-fed, mutinous. The commander, Admiral Rozhestvensky, an egotistical apoplectic, kept the air blue with curses, insults, frantic orders, all to no avail. The fleet did its poor best, shrugged its shoulders, called him "the mad admiral...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Epic of Defeat | 2/8/1937 | See Source »

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