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Teacher in a Hurry. Half an hour before the race, runners, trying to warm up in the rain, began to jog toward the starting line on the hill where the wet macadam of Highway 135 reaches toward Boston. The starter's gun barked at the stroke of noon. "Look at those guys," said a newsman astonished by the first scrambling sprint for position. "They've got million-dollar legs and five-cent heads." But by the time the field reached the first check point in Framingham, the tangle had unwound. The nickel noggins had dropped back; a Staten...
...British are foolish-fond of their railroads, as they are of any public inconvenience that has been around for more than 100 years. Sprouting from the main lines, branch tracks lace the map like a web spun by a Stakhanovite spider. One-and two-car trains jog across the countryside as leisurely and erratically as the village gossip on her daily rounds. Except on the crack trains, cars are dirty, creaky, ramshackle and old, though also comfortable in a musty, antimacassar way. Cartoonist Rowland Emett has epitomized both Britain's love and loathing in Punch's "FarTwittering...
...cold air seems to be the cause. But once the wave gets going, its front gets steeper and steeper and the air in the wave may rise more than a mile in a few minutes. This causes a sudden rise of barometric pressure that shows as a sharp jog on the chart of a specially sensitive barograph...
...familiar with the sharply angled turns where a miscue can send car and driver hurtling into trees. He knows the delicate little jog at Maison Blanche, almost midway in the long (2.7 mile) northwest straightaway-where the drivers are at flat-out top speed and where British-born Driver Tommy Cole spun out and was killed last year. "I was following right behind him," said Cunningham. "I saw a yellow flag and jammed on the brakes, and saw him lying on the road and his car rammed up against the gully. You have to concentrate like the devil...
...finished knotting his tic, Vag saw by his bureau clock that he had only five minutes before roll-call, and the parade ground was a half mile away. Dashing down stairs, he began an awkward jog up the street, puffing under the weight of his overcoat. By the time he reached the Square, a trickle of perspiration was wetting his starched shirt collar, and Vag slowed to recoup his breath...