Word: leland
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Raucous, rowdy Leland Stanford MacPhail, 57, had left a mark on baseball. He had been the most successful promoter and showman the game had ever known. A year after he took over as general manager of the wobbly Cincinnati Reds in 1933, he introduced night baseball to the majors, began luring droves of fans through the turnstiles with fireworks and hoopla. Moving east to Brooklyn, he masterminded the mortgaged Dodgers into their first pennant in 20 years, drew crowds of over a million four years...
...Student Domestic Affairs Commission, under the direction of Ralph Dungan of St. Joseph's College, Pennsylvania, will establish its national offices along with those of the Association at Madison. NSA President is William Welsh of Berea College, Kentucky; while Janice Tremper of Rockford, Illinois, acts as secretary, and Leland Jones of Buffalo as treasure. The domestic and international commission chairman serve as NSA vice-presidents...
...looked like any other Chinese grave -a small, flat headstone on a sloping hillside overlooking the village of Wang Tsun, 450 miles southwest of Shanghai. On the stone, airmen's wings were crudely etched. Beneath the stone, American Graves Registration servicemen found the body of Corporal Leland D. Faktor, of Plymouth, Iowa. They carried the body to Shanghai to await the wishes of Faktor's relatives in Iowa. Said Colonel Charles F. Kearney, A.G.R.S. chief in China: "The last of the Doolittle raiders has come home...
Between New York and Moscow, words like "slave" and "phony" flew back & forth. The New York Times's pugnacious managing editor and Sunday columnist, Edwin L. (for Leland) James, and the Communist Pravda's choleric co-editor, David losifovich Zaslavsky, were locked in battle...
...Enjoy the Papacy." On first sight, Florence does not seem to have changed much. Tourists buzz over Martinis at Leland's* and shiver in dutiful awe before the graves of Machiavelli and Galileo. Business is good and the city is well fed. But there are many different Florences. There is the Florence of only yesterday-of the anglicized local aristocracy which used to go fox hunting without foxes, mounted in pursuit of a butler who panted across the pine-plumed hillsides strewing a trail of paper scraps. That Florence is certainly gone...