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...outstanding performer for the Crimson was Dave Eaton, second-line center, whose poke-checking harried the Canadians and broke up their attack consistently. He also figured in Harding's second period goal...
Biggest sourdough storyteller was the Reunion's retiring president, Michael Ambrose Mahoney of Ottawa, Ont., who flew to Portland in a checkered jacket. Big Mike Mahoney, who is supposed to have retired with $250,000 in his poke, spends most of his time at luncheons and banquets reciting Poet Robert W. Service's doleful ballads Dangerous Dan McGrew and The Cremation of Sam McGee. According to Mr. Mahoney, he was present, along with Poet Service, when a crazed engineer named Madden burst into the Dominion saloon at Dawson and shot Gambler McGrew for running away with his wife...
...troops under his command ride in motor trucks, that even the island's garbage is collected by motor lorry, so it is unseemly, illogical, ridiculous and in bad taste that their Governor, who is, moreover, the King's representative, cannot have a car, but must poke about on foot or use a horse and carriage. Members of the Assembly pricked this pompous British argument with Bermuda chuckles which swelled into a laugh. They again voted that in Bermuda nobody can have a car on the public roads (they are allowed on private estates), recalled the immortal words...
From the word Allez, 51-year-old Bourdet was fighting mad, lunged wildly at 61-year-old Bernstein's chest and abdomen. At first Bernstein took it easy, then gradually matched his opponent's aggressiveness, finally gave Bourdet a poke in the arm. This ended the fight. But not for Bourdet. Snapped he: "This is only a theatre duel." Begging in vain for another go, he finally strode fuming off the field, without shaking Bernstein's hand...
...pitcher for the Phillies. I guess you'd call me the Hubbell of my time. We were playing the Giants in the old Philadelphia ball park on August 21, 1887. Tim Keefe was pitching against me and he had a lot of stuff but I was no slow poke myself. It was the last of the ninth and New York was leading 4-to-3. Two men were out and there were runners on second and third. A week before I'd busted up a game with a lucky homer and folks thought I could repeat...