Word: lined
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...busy commenting on the imminent nuptials. Said one of them: "Now 71-year-old Thomas Jefferson, hardy as his fathers, will get him an heir to carry on the splendid tradition of his family." Said other prophets: "It is unthinkable that the Jeffersons will be permitted to continue the line of their male descent for the furtherance of moving pictures...
...usual the race lasted a little more than two minutes. As usual the richest sporting gentlemen and ladies had come many miles to see it. There wasn't room in the freight yards for all the private cars. On a landing field near the track a line of passenger airplanes was parked. Furnished rooms that rented all year for $5 a week rented for $30 a night...
...usual a heavy rain fell at breakfast time and cleared off at lunch. In long sheds filled with betting machines men and women stood in line to put their money on the mud-horses-Distraction, Bonivan, Bobashela, Toro. Some liked outsiders-Petee Wrack at 20 to 1, Rumplestiltskin, Sun Beau. Some liked the English colt, Strolling Player. Many thought that Misstep was just as good as Reigh Count and maybe better. Finally when the 22 starters paraded to the barrier, and were sent off, some people yelled, some wept, and some turned pale. "Misstep!" they shouted. "Reigh Count...
Misstep was leading. The first time the field passed the stand Reigh Count was in the little group that had been forced to the front. At the eighth pole Misstep still led the wafting line of color moving through the grey air opposite the stands. In her box Mrs. John Hertz of Chicago, owner of Reigh Count, stood with the tears running down her face watching the yellow shirt of her jockey, Chick Lang. As the horses moved into the turn Reigh Count swung out wide around Misstep, then pulled away to win. Toro was third and the rest...
...race, his shoes had to be cut away from his swollen and bleeding feet. Clarence DeMar won at Boston. Ray finished with glazed eyes, a haggard face. At Long Beach, DeMar finishing seventh, was haggard, Ray happy. He kissed his hand to the Mayor as he crossed the finish line. "See those feet" he said in the locker room, crinkling his toes, "no blisters on them, eh boy? No sir. I feel as smooth as silk. Now that I have earned a place on the Olympic team I will win the Olympic Marathon...