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...walked with a companion; one saw a bearded man; one shouted "Beaver," scoring a point for every beard. Game score, as in Fives, was 21. The vogue of Beaver passed two years ago, but recently, on Long Island, a similar pastime started-the game of Babbitt. One drives the highroad, keeping a sharp eye out for Babbitts.* When a Babbitt is sighted, one points a finger at him, shouting "Babbitt." Babbitts travel together, and frequently whole games can be scored from a single car. Score is kept as in tennis- fifteen, thirty, forty, game...
Upon the Richards Flying Field, near Kansas City, a puppydog appeared, seeking friends. Some pilots did not reject his overtures, but one, taking a dislike to his shy looks and gentle manners, took him away in an automobile, deserted him on a lonely highroad. The puppy made his way back. Finding that the beast survived even his own natural inclination to sniff at whirling propellers and perform in the path of descending planes, this flyer, one Waldo Robey, pilot of the Porterfield Flying School, took him 800 feet up in a plane, dropped him overboard. The diminutive body, smashed...
...ended. Miss Wills led, 3-0. Mile. Lenglen had won the first set, 6-3. Both had been, at the beginning, too nervous to play well and too wary to divert with any spectacular activities the people who since eight in the morning had poured into Cannes along the highroad from Nice and Monte Carlo. Helen Wills seemed to be thinking too much. Suzanne Lenglen's nerves were twittering. Regal in pink silks, she had won her advantage from her opponent's errors. Then Helen Wills, driving at the corners, volleying and smashing, took three games in succession. Hence Lenglen...
...down, begins to tap the floor with her long foot, thinking of Siegfried Wagner, sapless shoot of a strong tree, who went to the U. S. but failed to raise money for Bayreuth (TIME, Aug. 4, 1924); of the night King Ludwig of Bavaria drove alone up the black highroad to Bayreuth to pay tribute at the grave of the dead Wagner; of the multitude of famed musicians, soloists in their own right, who accept a bare living wage at Bayreuth to offer their Art to the Master; of the beer profiteers at the Festspiel-hauser; of the shaggy...