Word: gordons
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Gordon College provides the opposition for the Jayvee basketball team tonight on the former's court. The contest is the third of the season for Coach Harold Kopp's men who downed the Boston Coast Guard Station 54 to 47 and dropped a 66 to 44 encounter in previous tilts...
...going to get licked," was Coach Gordon Smith's pitty forecast of his Tech Swimmers' efforts tonight, meeting Hall Ulen's outfit in the Indoor Athletic Pool at 8 o'clock. But casting nothing resembling a towel in his opposition's direction, he added that he was damned if he'd tip his cards the night before by releasing any indication of a lineup...
...Goodrich, Jr., Captain Richard T. Guidera, William K. Hickey, Robert L. Kelley, James B. Kenary, William L. Kiely, Jr., Peirce H. Leavitt, Jr., Daniel A. Marangiello, Armando D. Mazzone, Donald C. McCoy, William I. McCullough, Jr., James C. Merkle, Harold J. Moffle, M. Endicott Peabody, Jr., Howard S. Reed Gordon B. Stensrud, Alan A. Stone, Donald E. Trimble, Lawrence W. Ward, Chester H. Cramton, Jr., and Manager Frank S. Jones...
Years Ago (by Ruth Gordon; produced by Max Gordon) floats nostalgically back to Wollaston, Mass, in 1912, when Playwright Gordon was 16-year-old Ruth Gordon Jones and dying to go on the stage. In the story sense, the play simply tells how Ruth got her father to let her. But atmospherically, Years Ago catches the color of respectable, scrimping family life, and that sentimental warmth that can make any previous age seem like the Era of Good Feeling...
...Ruth Gordon as a playwright, like her mother before her as a housewife, has to make a little bit go a long way. Years Ago is moseying and uneventful, and its curtains sometimes come down because there is absolutely nothing left to keep them up. But in its mild fashion, it is pleasant enough; it is streaked with humor and period detail, and buoyed up by a good production. And it shrewdly keeps to the popular formula of playing up all the crotchets and toning down all the real collisions of family life; of being not so much true...