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Watts' score came as a crowning conclusion to an impressive 60-yard Crimson drive sparked by a 25-yard jaunt around right and by fleet-footed sophomore half-back Harris Leroy...
...extent to which Harvard had dominated the game. Bartolet made some mistakes (Ravenel made them as a sophomore too), but he also passed better than any Crimson quarterback in at least four years. With experience, he will be very, very good.GEORGE EKSTROM (48) starts on the 11-yard jaunt that gave Cornell its second touchdown of the afternoon. The Crimson's JIM NELSON (35) and BERT MESSENBAUGH try In vain to stop Ekstrom, a sprinter on the Big Red track team. No one laid a hand on the rapid halfback on his scoring burst. In all he gained 23 yards...
...Foot Stomper. For the West, this was a much appreciated relief. Scarcely had Khrushchev returned to Moscow last week from his Finnish jaunt (see below) when he pushed up to U.S. Ambassador Llewellyn Thompson at a diplomatic reception and blustered that the Soviets had secret information that the NATO nations were planning "a new provocation in September by sending a plane over the Black Sea." Aggressively, he added: "But we are ready and the orders are to shoot it down...
What they found made a banner headline in the Examiner last week: BOYD'S CAMPING JAUNT EXPOSED. Below, the Examiner reported that the Boyds had disappeared, jubilantly printed a description of their primitive campsite: "Kitchen matches. Shells from fresh eggs. Empty cans which once contained spaghetti. Watermelon rinds. July issue of the Reader's Digest. So much toilet tissue that some of it had been used to start a fire." The Examiner cautiously refrained from drawing any snide conclusions. But the evening News-Call Bulletin, jointly owned by Hearst and Scripps-Howard, was less kind: "The Examiner published...
...turned to rustling at all. For years, his butcher shop on Düsseldorf's Rethelstrasse, manned by his two sons and his bleached-blonde wife, Anna, had been grossing $2,000 a week. But as the trial progressed, a painfully familiar story emerged: in 1951 on a jaunt to nearby Bad Neuenahr Casino, Roden caught the roulette bug, began to drop as much as $1,200 at a session. The following year, when tax inspectors handed him a bill for nearly $8,000 in back taxes, Roden, unable to pay, remembered the dying days of World...