Word: finished
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Leaving Cambridge on Saturday, the University racquet wielders met the Agawam Hunt Club of Providence that afternoon in their first contest of the trip, and easily defeated them by the score of 6 to 2. Captain Pfaffmann was unable to finish his match with J. D. E. Jones Jr., after the latter player had won the first...
...Bread told me. "What," I then asked, "is to be the title of your next novel?" "Pig Iron," he replied-and the joke seemed to be on me. Charles Norris says that he can produce only one novel every two years; that he is 75,000 words towards the finish of this new study of the struggle between materialism and the spirit, and that means only half done. While in Italy, he worked every day, from early morning until late afternoon. Mr. Norris does not write with the flow and the passion of his wife, who publishes, as a rule...
...Half a mile down the river the crews were hitting 31. Then the Cantabs took the lead, increased the lead, and, at the end of four miles, crossed the line four and a half lengths ahead. Throughout the race, the Oxford eight seemed unable to get together. At the finish they dropped exhausted across their oars...
...famed British artist, Augustus John, sailed for the U. S. on the Aquitania to remain there two months. He proposes to finish his portraits of Mrs. Stephen Clarke and Mrs. Sheffield in New York, and then will go to Buffalo to finish Mrs. Goodyear (rubber). He is also to do Thomas Fortune Ryan, Painter John is considered second only to John Singer Sargent (TIME, March 3.) He was reported to have left London, not in his customary plaid necktie, but in a brown...
Never mind whether it "may be compared in finish with the best of the Broadway productions"--it may not. It is a Pudding show, obliged at times to stick inside the limitations of the current ritual of honky-tonk, but for the most part fresh as no Broadway show will ever be, inspired, perspiring, untiring, and at times downright comical. At no time will it be mistaken for a page from Hans Christia nor John Murray Anderson; there are, however, moments in it when the mournful editors of Punch and Life would wish to God they had thought of that...