Word: raced
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...lumbering slink and lusty humor to turn two sex-salted ditties, Legalize My Name and A Woman's Prerogative into near showstoppers. The show's boisterous finale, with a frenzied crowd perched on rooftops and stepladders for a sneak-view of Augie's big race, has freshness, bounce. Lemuel Ayers's sets and costumes have musicomedy splash and color. But the audience, to earn its candy, has to get down a full plateful of spinach...
...dawned warm and windless. By 8:30, the hot chestnut men were out. Hawkers barking blue dolls (royal blue for Oxford, light blue for Cambridge), windmills and crossed-oar badges took up stands they hadn't filled since the last Boat Race Day, seven years ago. By 11, just before high tide, when the Thames is quiet and indulgent, a half-million Londoners had lined both sides of the Thames's tow-paths as their fathers & grandfathers had before them, off & on, for 117 years. Almost everybody brought hampers of food, and some brought stepladders. It was England...
...heavy crew a top-heavy favorite until Oxford's eight reached the river. The Oxonians, who averaged a puny 154 pounds a month ago (TIME, March 4), had put on 12 pounds a man on powdered eggs and porridge, and their stroke was clean and precise. By race time, the odds were even...
...Ship, an ancient Tudor pub with sawdust on the floor, overlooking the finish line. Publican Gus Foster, an ex-lion tamer, thought some of the old boat-race flavor was missing. He remembered the time he bet his shirt against a lady's blouse-and won. "She took off her blouse right in the public bar," he said. "She was a sport, she was." For 30 years he had rented out window space on The Day, and usually quadrupled his sale of beer and short-order meals...
...just two tweedy Cambridge men (one without an arm), two half-pint ratings from the Submarine Service, two burly noncoms from the Grenadier Guards. A tipsy ex-Tommy wanted to bet five pounds to four on Oxford and got no takers. A radio blared. Said Gus: "The boat race, it's dying out, that's wot it is. ... Trouble is everyone goes for football matches 'n dog racing wot they can 'ave a bit of a bet on." Actually the crowds were as big as ever, and grateful for the outing, but some...