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These are the words of Lieutenant (j.g.) Don Forte, 1942 Crimson football captain and star end, recently back from the European theatre of war. Tall and slim, in navy blue, black-haired, with smouldering pipe in hand, he is quiet and serious, though still as rugged as when he was leading the Crimson to victory under Dick Harlow...
...used to be two. . . . Always there were a few women, sure, who chewed a little in a ladylike way. And in private. Now you wouldn't believe it. They sidle in here, wait till the counter is clear of customers, then ask for 'a sweet, aromatic pipe tobacco, please.' Or a pack of those little cigars. Or a box of snuff. Then they pop the stuff in their handbags quick, spin around and beat...
...chambers in Ohio's capital. Honest John kept shaking hands all around, passed out cigars. But as the night faded so did the merriment. When Dewey's statement came over the radio, Bricker sat staring at the wall, his teeth clamped hard on his pipe. Twenty-five minutes later, he too conceded defeat. When his term as governor expires Jan. 8, friends expect that John Bricker will go into private law practice...
...gate was Walcheren Island, north of the Scheldt estuary that leads to Antwerp. There some 7,000 bitter-ending Germans held fast: they had to be eliminated before the Allies could send ships in to the port. By land Walcheren could be reached only by a causeway from the pipe-shaped peninsula of South Beveland, but the Germans were holding that bottleneck with murderous fire. The Allied solution: a seaborne attack...
...slept well, eaten a hearty breakfast. Now with his corncob pipe he pointed over the glassy, green waters of Leyte (rhymes with 8-A) Gulf, where rode the greatest fleet ever assembled in the South west Pacific. Around him were hundreds of transports, shepherded by an Australian squadron and MacArthur's own Seventh Fleet, reinforced with jeep carriers from Admiral Chester Nimitz' vast armada of seagoing airdromes. On the horizon loomed the majestic battleships of Admiral Wil liam F. Halsey's Third Fleet - some of them ghosts from the graveyard of Pearl Harbor. Beyond the horizon steamed...