Word: rowe
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Exeter Academy. Captain of the Freshman crew, he decided to switch to football when his grandfather, who wielded the family stick, said he'd have to choose between the two. He remembers his crew days with the greatest of pleasure, and tells how once, when the crew was not rowing up to par, he let forth a yolley of curses at them. "I was one of those Puritanical, goody-goody Boston boys," he recounts, so the crew had never before heard him swear, and Charles Francis Adams, the stroke, turned around and said, "Damn it, Woody. How in Hell...
...Cincinnati Reds in 1933, he introduced night baseball to the majors, began luring droves of fans through the turnstiles with fireworks and hoopla. Moving east to Brooklyn, he masterminded the mortgaged Dodgers into their first pennant in 20 years, drew crowds of over a million four years in a row...
...ninth row orchestra, way over on the right side of the house (permitting a dash backstage in case of a crisis), sat the man responsible for this unconventional musicomedy opening scene. Oscar Hammerstein II, a bulky man with a friendly, roughcast face, kept his bright blue eyes fixed on the stage. Could it be that Oscar Hammerstein was worried...
...morning when the sardine fleet has made a catch, the purse-seiners waddle heavily into the bay blowing their whistles. . . . Then cannery whistles scream and all over the town men and women scramble into their clothes and come running down to the Row to go to work. . . . The canneries rumble and rattle and squeak until the last fish is ...canned ...and the dripping, smelly, tired . . . men and women straggle out and droop their ways up the hill into the town and Cannery Row becomes itself again-quiet and magical...
Since John Steinbeck thus described it in Cannery Row two years ago, California's famed fishing town of Monterey (130 miles south of San Francisco) has had a surfeit of quiet and magic. By last week, the fishing fleet in the sardine center of the U.S. had dwindled from 85 to 55 boats. Hardly any whistles blew along Cannery Row. "We just keep open," said the owner of one of its 59 plants, "hoping for a few fish to dirty up our canneries." But fish had mysteriously gone from their haunts off Monterey...