Word: forested
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...wasn't a stunt; it was a natural and innocent way of bringing the gathering into proper focus. Father John Barrymore and Mother Michael Strange were divorced when Diana was seven. From seven to twelve she was entombed in a Parisian convent school. She subsequently attended the Garrison-Forest School near Baltimore, which nearly went out of business once when Father John paid her a call. She also had a go at Manhattan's Brearley and a string of other seminaries...
...Labor Day weekend the U.S. tennis season ended with the National finals at Forest Hills. One of the entrants, listing his home tennis club as the 36th Armored Regiment, indicated pretty well the real finality of the event. There have been no Davis Cup matches since Sir Norman Brookes took his Australians home to war in 1939. The sacred turf of England's Wimbledon has been torn by bombs and turned into a pasture. The general bleakness this week overtook the West Side Tennis Club's stadium, whose eleven flagpoles used to be none too many...
Frank Parker from California played his first matches at Forest Hills ten years ago as a 16-year-old pride of famed Tennis Coach Mercer Beasley. For a decade one of the first ten ranking U.S. players, Parker developed the steadiest game in contemporary U.S. tennis, but he could never win against brilliance, had never won the national title. This year gave him his chance. The first full test came when he met Segura in the semifinal round...
...short-wave listening began on an experimental basis from a booth at the National Lawn Tennis championships at Forest Hills in September 1939. Engineers installed the listening equipment there because reception was good, and when Ted Husing was not giving a hushed account of the tournament, monitors used the direct wire to relay short-wave news from Europe back to Manhattan headquarters. CBS has been eavesdropping on the Axis -and on more friendly stations-ever since...
Gradually, steadily, doggedly, the snorting cats-drove the forest back. Woodsmen logged the spruce, pine and aspen for corduroy roads over the bogs. "Mister, I thought we'd never get through those first 15 miles. We'd get so damn tired we could hardly drag home, but every afternoon when we got to the store at Charlie's Lake, the lady there'd have a cake for us. Boy, those cakes were good...