Word: parks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Resort people in the Estes Park region, which adjoins the Rocky Mountain National Park, refer to these civilian soldiers who have flocked into our national forests, as ''woodpeckers." Aside from a common habitat there is a further resemblance, for the uniformed men migrate from work-spot to work-spot in old, red, sight-seeing busses from which they descend with a clatter to do their busywork...
Ostert, a nimble stag, was chased by English huntsmen nine years ago into what they call the English Channel and Frenchmen call La Manche. Defying the English sportsmen, French fishermen pulled the stag aboard their smack, named him Ostert, found him a home in the private park of a French chateau near Le Touquet...
Favorite in the Coy Maid Purse, at Belmont Park (L. I.), last week, was Bernard M. Baruch's two-year-old filly. Watch Her. At the barrier. Watch Her succeeded in throwing her jockey, Tony Pascuma. She ran riderless down the chute which cuts across the infield, then twice around the 1½-mi. track, and finally, before anyone could catch her, jumped a fence and started toward her stable. A mounted policeman caught her running toward the third jump on a nearby steeplechase course, brought her back to the post. By this time-32 minutes after the horses...
...faculty and losing leading students. With him he had a complaisant board of trustees, save for Mrs. Raymond Robins, Florida bookshop proprietor and wife of Herbert Hoover's reformer friend who disappeared with amnesia for some weeks last year (TIME, Sept. 19 et Seq.) She hastened to Winter Park to see that her nephew, Professor Theodore Dreier, was not booted out with the others...
...wander into the office of New York Evening Post, invariably stopping at the cigar stand in the lobby to buy a copy of his paper for 3?. As diffidently as an old man who wanted to ask the editor to print a letter about the flower beds in Central Park, he would venture through the editorial offices, exchanging nods with reporters whose names he did not know, looking grateful for their recognition. Hardly ever did he go up to his penthouse on the roof of the Post building in which a French chef prepared luncheon every day in case Publisher...