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...principle of if-you-can't-lick-'em-join-'em, the Nazi Propaganda Ministry announced that V stood for Nazi victory-Viktoria-thereby impairing the purity of the German vocabulary by importing a foreign word, for the native German word for victory is Sieg. Germans were urged to use the symbol. In rendering this decision Dr. Goebbels made a mistake: since the V-sign was no longer verboten, the Germans could not suppress...
Cobb was the first to blow up. "That So-and-So," he barked, "I could always lick him on a ball field and I can lick him on a golf course now." "Okay," Babe wired, "if you want to come here and get your brains knocked out, come on." Last week Cobb came. Golf Promoter Fred Corcoran had arranged two 18-hole matches (one in Boston, one in New York) for charity. To see the two southpaws with strange bats in their hands, 2,000 folks turned out at Boston's Commonwealth Country Club. They saw no heckling match...
When Dan Beard was a boy he used to go fishing in Bank Lick, between the Confederate and Federal lines near the Ken tucky-Ohio border. In those days, if you were lucky, you could get 92-lb. catfish in Midwestern rivers. The boys called themselves Boone's Scouts; they would crawl on their hands and knees if the pickets began shooting at each other over their heads. Once Dan was fishing in Bank Lick when a beech tree suddenly exploded in the quiet afternoon, split as if hit by lightning. It had stopped a solid ball from...
Jesse Jones got tired of electric shocks in his office, put rubber bonnets on all his doorknobs. >> An airport cab starter threatened to knock Fiorello H. LaGuardia's block off when the New York Mayor parked his car across the taxi line. Fiorello offered to lick any three taxi drivers, was led off gesticulating by airline officials. >> General John J. Pershing, 80, lay ill of age's infirmities in Walter Reed Hospital. >> Eugene Meyer lost his well-kept temper when his plane hit a storm, a tray-bearing stewardess hit the floor, and a chicken leg came...
Obviously it is too late too enter the 1941 crew in the Regatta with hardly a week to go. It must forever remain a moot point whether Tom Bolles' boys could lick his Washington alma mater, the other outstanding contender for the crown. But there is plenty of time to make arrangements for next year and the next and the next. It isn't as though this were the only good crew we were ever going to be able to boast of. Every Year the schools which specialize in producing oarsmen send their graduates to Harvard and Yale where Bolles...