Word: lad
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...passed on and who now pitches with his heart; Lee, who took the mound on four out of five days during the pennant spurt. Rather it is because of that Irish catcher who hails from around these parts. The count was two strikes and no balls on this lad last week; there were none on base and two out; the score was tied, and the game was to be called at the end of the inning. And he hit the next Pirate pitch into the left field stands for the one and only hundred thousand dollar home run in baseball...
...toast of every London pub last week was a skinny, buck-toothed 22-year-old lad from Pudsey named Leonard Hutton. With a cricket bat Pudsey's boy had tickled sporting Britain into a grin that stretched from Land's End to John o' Groat...
While Howard Hughes's great ship was being tuned and stocked at Floyd Bennett Field fortnight ago (see above), a thin broth of a lad named Corrigan poked down out of the air at neighboring Roosevelt Field in a 1929 Curtiss-Robin monoplane with an old Wright J-6 motor that could turn up only 95 miles an hour. By modern standards the ship was a crate, but in it, with nothing to fly by but a compass, a bit of a map and the beam in his eye, 31-year-old Douglas P. Corrigan of Los Angeles...
Lyle Tara, a reckless 19-year-old Irish lad, is that possessed of the sea that his mother's heart sometimes aches. Since he was a shaver along the Santa Cruz waterfront, on California's Monterey Bay, fishermen had taught him the ways of sailing, knew him as a lad to trust with a boat. But no boy with the sea in his heart can scan the horizon long without yearning. Lyle Tara yearned to sail the 3,000-odd miles to Cocos Island, off the Costa Rican coast, where legend says pirates of the Spanish Main used...
...little moments of tension which precede exams--moments in the dining halls; on the steps of New Lecture Hall, in the library,--there arise incidents of an amusing nature. One be-spectacled, stoop-shouldered lad, presumably of the sunima cum variety, was working hard at the long table in a House library recently. His nose was so close to his pen and book that it would have been impossible to insert a hairpin between them. Suddenly he startled the other crammers by rising and closing his book, then made these same laugh by audibly saying: "Ha! Now to begin...