Word: fyfe
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...first game played on a muddy field which soon made the white shorts and light-blue-&-white Cambridge jerseys almost indistinguishable from Harvard's red shorts and jerseys. Cambridge stars included Leather, whose father was a British International (equivalent to U. S. All-America) in 1907 ; K. C. Fyfe, a good dropkicker, who played wing three-quarter against Oxford last year and the year before, won his Blue and International in his freshman year at Caius College; J. E. Bowcott, 145-Ib. scrum-half, smallest man on the team, whose spectacular lateral passing led to three Cambridge tries; Cliff...
...mark, so he was called a great man. He had the kind of brains often prized as first-class because it produces numerically big results. Though one of his technical peers (Lord Salisbury) called his magnum opus "a journal produced by office boys for office boys," Panegyrist Hamilton Fyfe dares repeat the slur, trusting in his faith that the big battalions are on the side...
During the War Northcliffe's press out-jingoed Hearst; he himself, as Director of Propaganda in Enemy Lands, imitated the cooing dove, made soft appeals to erring German brothers. Biographer Fyfe notes the inconsistency, says Northcliffe was unaware of it. But Co-Worker H. G. Wells was annoyed, resigned from Northcliffe's propaganda board...
Biographer Fyfe, onetime Northcliffe subordinate, onetime member of Northcliffe's board of propaganda, admires his late great master but tells some surprising things about him. Says he: Northcliffe supplied most of the ideas for his news papers but his rash expenditures had to be constantly checked by his more businesslike brother (now Viscount Rother-mere). Fyfe thinks Northcliffe made a mistake when he twice refused Lloyd George's offer of a cabinet post, thinks Northcliffe realized it too late when he saw there was no chance of getting the Premiership, thinks the disappointment may have helped addle Northcliffe's brains...