Word: reds
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Among the great days that mark a British sportsman's calendar-"Derby Day," "The Grand National," "Gold Cup Day," "Boat Race Day"-none is more important than "The Twelfth." By law and tradition mid-August is the time set apart for the shooting of the game red grouse. To celebrate "The Twelfth" last week, brokers, brewers, baronets and belted Earls set off with some sixteen pieces of luggage each to join fashionable grouseparties on Scotch moors...
Toward evening Babe, Donna & Duce motored inland to spend the birthday night at their rustic farm, the Villa Carpena. Lights were doused early. Next day the dutiful Duce bade his spouse a crisp farewell, sped back to his chosen busy bachelorhood in Rome. There, after buying a red carnation?just now his favorite boutonniére?the Dictator settled down to work, found an appalling piece of work...
...July 1919, to the War-torn infant Republic of Poland, his board of directors thought keen level-headed "Sam" Vauclain had forsaken business for his favorite role of philanthropist. They worried. All Europe was financially unbalanced by post War deflation. Poland was still at desperate grips with the Red Army of new Bolshevik Russia. Furthermore, the Baldwin Locomotive Works was at the dangerous stage of turning from Wartime manufactures, productive of $250,000,000 worth of munitions and locomotives for the Allies, to peace time production for poverty-stricken markets. Answered President Vauclain, "To be a good businessman...
Frank James Marshall, U. S. champion, is a large man with a red face and a hooked nose. He plays a dashing, "romantic" game; seldom draws but often loses. Marshall's style is fascinating to the onlooker, but usually does not finish him high up among first class players. He invented what is known as the Cambridge Springs variation in the Queen's Gambit. Marshall is also a bridge expert with a fondness for No Trump bids...
...Saratoga Association for the Improvement of the Breed of Horses last week figuratively rubbed its hands. Its horse-racing season had opened. The fat figure of Harry ("Hot Dog") Stevens seemed to grow fatter as he turned hungry people away from his race track club. The red face of Edward J. Tranter, potent Saratoga auctioneer, seemed to grow redder as he thought of the $5,000,000 worth of horse flesh that had arrived. Names of Whitney. Riddle, Widener, Vanderbilt, Sinclair, dutifully took their places on the "boards" as the week advanced. On shaded streets leading to the track rolled...