Word: grandstand
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Cinemactress Rogers did not show up to watch her team play. Neither did a lot of other people. When the ponies pranced onto the field, there were only some 3,000 spectators in the grandstand or fanning themselves in the boxes. Reasons: The heat was 90° in the shade; the privilege of baking in one of the boxes cost $5.50; Midwick was aloof...
...rusty and out of practice. When they did hit the ball, it rolled a few feet and stopped. Tim Holt, normally a two-goal player, hit nothing all afternoon. Charles Farrell raced around on Mazeppa-maned ponies. Nobody scored until the fifth period. The most frequent sounds from the grandstand were groans. Then Big Boy Williams got mad because Walter Wanger kept hooking his mallet. Aidan Roark, who hadn't played all winter, got tired of the monotony. The two dueled for the ball. In the melee, Charles Farrell romped by, whanged the ball between the posts...
...comes the season's key match--with the Tiger down at Princeton. This should constitute Harvard's toughest fight against Ivy league opposition. After the Orange and Black are scheduled Cornell, M. I. T., Amherst, Brown, Dartmouth, and Yale in that order. Divinity Field's rejuvenated grandstand may seat a record crowd when the Bulldog pays his visit...
...northwest corner of the field, the 75mm, guns will next be brought into play, using the Bishop trainer which shoots 22 blanks loaded with ball bearings instead of the regular shells. Firing on the target range under the grandstand, the individual members of the unit will display their marksmanship for the benefit of the crowd...
...these thoughts flashed pell-mell through 75,000 minds, the thudding hoofs were coming closer. By the grandstand they flashed: Austin Taylor's Whichcee in front, Seabiscuit half a length behind. Rounding into the backstretch, the old trouper kept up with Whichcee's swift pace. Down the long stretch, silhouetted against the purple Sierra Madres, the Biscuit seemed glued to Whichcee's tail. Louder & louder the crowd roared as they seesawed coming into the homestretch-Seabiscuit nosing in front, then falling back, then in front again. Approaching the grandstands, Red Pollard flipped his whip and the Biscuit...