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Coal Mines & Graveyards. Actually he is not. The son of a Norwegian immigrant, he was born on Christmas Day of 1887 in little (pop. 500) San Antonio, N.Mex. His father, August Holver Hilton, parlayed a jug of whisky into the town's general store, livery stable, and eventually a coal mine, which made him one of the richest men in that part of the country...
Minnesota's big, rugged line was enough to scare any coach. Before last week's traditional battle for the "Little Brown Jug," Michigan's Coach Bennie Oosterbaan decided to strike over Minnesota's beef trust instead of through it. Bull's-eye passes set up two Michigan touchdowns...
...Toronto, Ont. last week, slender, jug-eared L. S. Buckmaster returned from four months in limbo to win re-election as president of the C.I.O.'s United Rubber Workers of America. Fired from the presidency after a Pottstown, Pa. local president charged him with trying to disrupt the local and fomenting a riot at one of its meetings, Conservative Buckmaster cleared himself in a seven-hour debate at the union's annual convention, then beat his perennial rival, George Bass, for another term...
...wrote. "Attendance at church Sunday by Sunday was maybe, to a certain extent, conventional, but at least it brought those who came to worship into a 'real' fellowship. Nowadays, it is the screaming fellowship of the motor-coach trip, the beer-blown friendship of the jug and bottle, the oily fellowship of the fish-&-chip saloon, the sandy-pebbly fellowship of the trippers on the beaches on Sundays, the near-naked-truth fellowship of those who go down to the sea in slips...
...Victor's midtown Manhattan recording studios. The routine never varies. The youngest, Mlle. Denise Restout, goes straight to the harpsichord, yanks open her tool kit, and starts tuning. The huskiest, Mlle. Elsa Schunicke, carries the pillows and the hamper, loaded with sandwiches, a vacuum jug of coffee, and a supply of specially blended horehound drops. Then, her hands folded before her, and her craggy features blissfully composed, Mme. Wanda Landowska herself floats in like a tiny wraith, nods her greetings and disappears into the dressing room...