Word: jakes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...next afternoon, under a broiling Mississippi sun with the temperature at 107, in the forty-fourth round of a prizefight John L. began to vomit. 'Will you draw the fight?' asked his opponent, Jake Kilrain, as they came up to scratch. 'No, you son of a bitch,' said Sullivan, heaving fluidly in the general direction of Jake. 'Stand up and fight!' Jake stood up, and stepped on John's foot with his ⅛-inch spikes, and Sullivan sent him sprawling with a chopping, sledgehammer blow on the jugular vein. John L. went...
Last week Jake Kilrain, lately a night-watchman, died of cancer, heart disease and gangrene on the exact day the American Mercury appeared with this robust account of the almost incredibly titanic Kilrain-Sullivan battle. The story was the work of Oland D. Russell. Few ringside sportsmen 49 years ago would have wagered that the stumbling, blotched pulp of Jake Kilrain would serve him to a ripe age of 78. Almost as astonishing as his longevity was the Mercury's luck in timing Contributor Russell's story with Jake Kilrain's unpredictable death last week, the first...
...Holder of the 18.1 balk line* championship almost continuously since 1906 has been stumpy, grey-haired Willie Hoppe. Last week in a curtained enclosure in Manhattan's noisy Capitol Bowling and Billiard Academy, Champion Hoppe defended his title against the challenge of Jake Schaefer, sharp-nosed champion at 18.2 balk line.* For their 3,000-point match. Champion Schaefer unfortunately turned up tremendously off form. On the third day, Champion Hoppe clicked off a run of 169, two nights later two runs of 85 and 94. The best Champion Schaefer could run was 137. Champion Hoppe retained his championship...
Some o' 'em 're still stirrin apple butter. But most o' us ain't done no stirrin since Aunt Tillie cought Uncle Jake sneakin in fer a second look at Little Egypt at th' Chicago World's Fair BSR (Before Sally Rand...
...topped, crotchety, bushy-eyebrowed Superior Judge Frank H. Dunne, 67, one of the old-timers on San Francisco's bench, had just opened court with the case of Howe v. Howe, an action to set aside a property settlement on a wife. Up popped noisy Lawyer Jacob Wilbur ("Jake") Ehrlich, 37, who once successfully defended Alexander Pantages against a rape charge. Said he, "Your Honor, it gives me great pleasure to avail myself of Section 170.5 of the Code of Civil Procedure. . . ." Thus he asked that the case be transferred to another judge. The momentary silence in the courtroom...