Word: icing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Roughest & Readiest. Stanley Cup tempers were flaring. The Bruins, two games down to the Maple Leafs and faced with elimination, were playing rough. The vaultlike arena rumbled with the noise of battle. Fist fights broke out on the ice, and fans started another by jumping three Toronto players and their coach at the end of the game (which Toronto won, 5 to 1). When Weston Adams, Bruins president, entered the Toronto dressing room to see if the players were injured, he was pelted with profanity by Connie Smythe, Maple Leafs managing director, and ordered out of the room...
...Maple Leafs: "If you don't try, you don't make mistakes. And the guy who doesn't make mistakes is not worth a damn." Smythe's definition of a mistake is being clapped into the penalty box. His Maple Leafs, the rowdiest team on ice, last year broke a National Hockey League record by spending 669 minutes in the penalty box, and broke their own record again this season-by nearly 100 minutes. The Leafs also happen to be about the best hockey team on skates this season...
...experiment mainly because it is in the heart of the U.S. zone. Some German scholars had grumbled that 34-year-old Frankfurt, one of the newest German universities, was too "young" for the honor of being first to get U.S. professors since Hitler. This complaint cut no ice at Chancellor Robert M. Hutchins' 56-year-old Chicago, youngest of top U.S. universities. Eventually other American lecturers will teach at Munich, Heidelberg, Bonn and Marburg...
...makeup and general appearance of the magazine have been improved, and Mary Harrell's two drawings on the inside pages are simple and pleasant. Once again the cover, by Burt Glinn, is most attractive. It shows a handsome Radcliffe girl sitting on some steps eating an ice-cream cone. Wonder if she's going to read the issue...
...with football enthusiasts for the Gridiron Club's annual dinner. Harlow was seated at the head table three places away from his successor, Art Valpey. He looked tired and now and then he smiled a little weakly. While other diners wolfed down huge planks of roast beef and mountainous ice cream and fruit concoctions, he rolled a boiled potato around his plate as though it was something less than a loose ball and made uninspired passes at some specially prepared orange juice he had brought with him from Maryland...