Word: gots
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Golfers Association used to give a silver cup to the player who won their annual tournament. This year they put up a radio phonograph with a bronze plate for the winner's name. Nobody knew where the cup was. Walter Hagen had won it so often that he got careless about it and forgot it one day. When Leo Diegel beat him last year, Hagen's manager had to tell the committee where the cup was. "I don't know," he said. "It's hard enough getting him out of bed in the morning without picking...
Eight out of eleven Oregonians took off their jerseys, played with their bare arms sticking out of their pads. They got one touchdown on a Florida pass but Quarterback Crabtree of Florida, used to warm weather, trickled 81 yards through them, and Ed Sauls and Red McEwen made two more. Florida 20, Oregon...
South Carolina could not take the ball anywhere even when they got it. Most of the time Tennessee's McEver had it, his chunky mud-legs, pumping. The five touchdowns and three extra points he scored made his individual season total 130-two points higher than the season's high man, Hinkle of Bucknell. Tennessee 54, South Carolina...
...gold sweaters played all afternoon without a substitution against a Notre Dame team that has the finest record in the U. S. Time and again Army tacklers broke through to down shifty Moon Mullins and Sprinter Jack Elder. In the second quarter Elder, on his four-yard line, got to an Army pass. Instead of knocking it down and covering receivers, in the fashion proper for goal-line defenders, he caught it, raced 96 yards for the only touchdown of the game. Notre Dame 7, Army 0. Brainy, hard running, hard kicking Carideo's punts were sometimes blocked...
...that the German wheelmen carried a whip in a receptacle attached to the handlebars. Upon inquiry, it was for dogs. I carried no whip, for l found a more excellent way. When chased by infuriated dogs, which happened three or four times every day, I waited till the monster got close. Then leaning over. I spit in his eye, becoming with practice uncannily accurate. The animal invariably retired. It wasn't the heat, it was the humidity...