Word: mate
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Died. Stephen J. ("Steve") Farrell, 69, longtime (1912-30) University of Michigan track coach; of a heart attack; on the university golf course at Ann Arbor. Connecticut-born, he learned to run as a volunteer fireman, was a harness-mate of three fleet youngsters famed in later years as Princeton's white-polled Keene Fitzpatrick, Harvard's "Pooch" Donovan and "Mike" Murphy of Yale, Hill School and Pennsylvania, all track coaches. Never an amateur, Farrell became so famed a professional that U. S. backers sent him to England where he twice won the rich Sheffield Handicap. The Barnum...
There are, of course, others. There is Roger Hall, red-headed giant, able seaman; spawn, according to his rival, of smugglers and godless renegades; a man to stir the thin blood of Hope Langdon; canny even in his cups. There is Mate John Disney, widower, envious of Roger's virility, husband-to-be of Hope Langdon; a man weakened by the fringes of a Puritanical conscience. There are Jonas Dodge, Master, Zeke Nyas, Indian Quartermaster, and a dozen others. Mr. LaFarge has portayed all these swiftly and surely. But towering above them all is Jeremiah Disney, nephew of the mate...
...elaborate wiles and artifices, including stuffed deer, an Indian chief, a plank bridge, were brought into play to lure the animal from its prison, all to no avail. Park employes feared that, if frightened, the buck might plunge over the brink and be destroyed, as its mate had been. Last week the buck's predicament, by now a national news story, brought Superintendent Gardiner Bump of New York's Conservation Department to the scene. But before Mr. Bump could go into action, the buck saved itself. Gently urged by two wardens it walked unassisted to a spot where...
...buck had bruised its flank badly when something, probably dogs, frightened it, and its mate now lying dead in the gorge below, into scrambling over great boulders onto the ledge. It might have rested there comfortably, with dew to lick and foliage to nibble, until it got well enough to scramble back the way it had come. But Man was everywhere. Men gathered by hundreds along the path on the chasm's opposite bank. Men threw a threatening bridge straight across to the ledge. Worst of all, they descended terrifyingly from...
...perched on a narrow rock ledge jutting out from the face of a sheer 83-ft. cliff. What would happen if it tried to go backward or forward could be seen by looking down. In the gorge 35 ft. below lay the broken body of the deer's mate. Only hope of rescue seemed to lie in throwing a bridge from the chasm's opposite bank. But the park-men knew that their first move would probably startle the deer into leaping off the ledge. Up to late last week it had not been rescued, was licking...