Word: looke
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Last week burly President Fortes Gil invited Coach Root to his castle at Chapultepec and said: "I shall be glad to give all possible encouragement to this sport in Mexico and shall look forward with pleasure to your next game. I shall be there...
...look forward to the time when there will be ... games with colleges in the United States." In the U. S., the arrival of September brought the breath of autumn, the chug of preseason punts. From the colleges issued long publicity screeds on the sport which supports all the other sports...
...National Association of Colored Graduate Nurses met in New York City last week and uttered plaints. The U. S. Negro population is about 10,000,000 and only 365 colored graduate nurses exist to look after their sickness. Only one of the 365 has a bachelor of science degree. Their number is small because not one Southern college offers them training. They must travel north for education. That entails an expense which few Negresses can afford. Scholarships help them out. Belle Davis, judicial-minded executive secretary of the National Health Circle for Colored People, explained the southern lack of nurse...
...Story. Gučret was a huge stoop-shouldered young man, his full and sallow face had a fleshy nose, thick lips, grey eyes, a blighted look. He worked as tutor to small André Grosgeorge. Once Madame Grosgeorge surprised the two in the garish lesson-room when André was stumbling over his history. Gučret heard the softness in her voice as she called her son: "Come closer. . . . Raise your head and look at me." Then, clenching her teeth, she struck the boy suddenly across the face and with sadistic greed in her black eyes, watched the red mark fade. Horrified...
...Toronto, Ont., tens of thousands of sportsfolk and natives last week strained and scrambled to get a look at 45 thickly greased women, some with sketchy swimming suits, some with none, as they dove into the cool waters of Lake Ontario, swam away around a two-mile rectangular course. Before the first lap was circled. Swimmer Vivian Lee Welsh screamed, thrashed, floundered in the water. A large lamprey eel had fastened its horny teeth into her side. Shuddering with fright, writhing with cramps, she was lifted into a Red Cross rescue boat. At the end of the first lap Martha...