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...these were splendid, well-nigh perfect dogs. But when, on the second day, the winners in every breed paraded into the ring so that the judges could choose from among them a champion of champions, an Ace-King of the show, the grand prize went to none of these. It went to an obscure little white...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Dog Show | 2/22/1926 | See Source »

...formerly royal" cavalcade roared down the drive and disappeared through the lodge gate, correspondents followed eagerly, prayed to the gods of journalism that Der Reise-Kaiser* might be going to polish off his birthday by returning to Germany. They were disappointed. After driving about the Dutch countryside at a nigh rate of speed for some time, the Hohenzollerns and the correspondents returned to Doorn...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: NETHERLANDS: Celebration Continued | 2/15/1926 | See Source »

...football team, like the armies of Napoleon, often fights on its belly, and thus fought Rutgers, sprawling low on its one-yard to form a defense which Holy Cross tried twice, and twice failed, to pierce. But legs are well-nigh as useful as bellies to football players, and Holy Cross...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Football: Nov. 23, 1925 | 11/23/1925 | See Source »

...Manhattan, sloe-eyed Italian children competed in a baby show. Some were knock-kneed, some astigmatic, round-shouldered, swivel-hocked, unduly thin; some spilled their milk with mild equability, as if a saucepan in their stomachs were softly frothing over. But well-nigh perfect was Anthony Chieco. He was fat. He was serene. "What do you feed him on?" doctors asked the mother. "Spaghetti," shrugged enormous Mrs. Chieco. "He eats moocha spaghetti, and he drinks da vino- wine. Madre di Dio, he drinks it, oouf! like ees water...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany: Nov. 9, 1925 | 11/9/1925 | See Source »

...Louis Charchowsky went to bed, put out the light. The night was warm. His apartment, which he rented from one Louis Lesch, also a painter, was stifling. Painter Charchowsky tossed on his couch. The heat, far from diminishing as night deepened, grew worse and worse. Paniter Charchowsky, now well-nigh charred, flung back his reeking sheets. To his delirious senses it seemed that the steam heat was singing and sputtering, that it gave off heat. He put his hand against it, rushed to the basement, found the furnace in full blast, brought suit next day against Landlord Lesch, charged disorderly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany: Aug. 31, 1925 | 8/31/1925 | See Source »

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