Word: maniacs
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Hooligans and muckers, why must college men at college games be both? Seeing no glory in honest sport, why must these so highly "educated" persons set so extreme a value on victory, behave like a cross between an idiot and a maniac? Sometimes one thinks their case is pathological. Sometimes one wonders if a Society for the Introduction of Civilization into Large Colleges would do any good? Would it cure these Dionysians, graduate and undergraduate, if they were settled among the Pueblo Indians to learn gentlemanly sportsmanship and the rudiments of breeding? But this would be laying too hard...
...Princeton, who were bored by his after-dinner speeches, who declared that he was at heart a schoolboy who blustered his way through life seeking the loud worship of some irrecoverable football game, such people ate their words the day he stood next Mayor Gaynor. For a maniac, jerking out a pistol, emptied it at New York's good Mayor. "Big Bill" Edwards, for one moment of splendor, got back the glory of the greatest game that he had ever played as with a mechanical impulse he leaped for the murderer. There were detectives in the group that...
...founding of "Estes Park" (Col.) in 1875 caused him to be ridiculed in London as the "Yanko-maniac." As a youth he twice served the London Daily Telegraph as war correspondent (Anglo-Abyssinian and Franco-Prussian wars), shot big game with "Buffalo Bill" and many another, soldiered, yachted, steeplechased. Facially he resembled Wilhelm...
...newspaper category of master minds of the criminal world have been added more alluring terms. Recently, the press has christened a cake-eater bandit, a maniac murderer, and a radio burglar. In this manner is modern crime dally dramatized for the sake of sensation and presented to an eager public. The tendency is not new in journalism, but rarely before has it reached such artistic culmination. The confessions of "cake-eater" bandits do not usually find a place on the front page of The New York Times...
...rode on. Not lightly had he won his name-the Iron Man. His legs, his nerves, were as ferrous as the machine under him. If he was to win he must sprint, and he must time his sprint perfectly. He was out in front now, pedaling like a maniac. Georgetti relieved him. Egg was at Georgetti's shoulder. McNamara relieved Georgetti. A pistol cracked-McNamara had won his third successive six-day race (2,109 miles). And the Beckman-Stockholm team was second. Wambst-Lacquehay, Walker-MoBeath, Grimm-Winter-third, fourth and fifth-tumbled into their pits, having done...