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...will meet in Emerson 211 English 223a will meet in Sever 21. Government 155 will meet tomorrow at 4 o'clock in Littaner Lounge History 164b will meet Wednesday at 3 o'clock in Widener N. Military Sci. 1a will meet tomorrow at 9 o'clock in Runt Hall...
...even got along with umpires-until arguing with umpires became part of his managerial business. Umpire Bill Klem once called a doubtful third strike on him, and added: "You can't hit 'em without swinging at 'em, you Mississippi runt." Ott replied: "That kind of hurts me. . . . Everyone ought to know I come from Louisiana." In his 20 years with the Giants (one more than any other National Leaguer has spent with one club), his easy manner and boyish smile have been almost as effective...
...roared his final plea to the jury. Samples: "This pestiferous, lecherous hound. . . . I'm sorry he isn't here so I could . . . hand it to him right on the chin. . . . Did you ever hear the story of Svengali and Trilby? This fellow is just a little runt of a Svengali. He's not even a monster . . . just a little runt. . . . This fellow doesn't lie like a gentleman. He lies like a cheap Cockney cad. ... That man goes around fornicating . . . with the same aplomb that the average man orders bacon and eggs for breakfast...
...Logan when he bought a manuscript from Reporter-Author Leland Stowe titled Roy Howard, Newspaper Napoleon. Logan sent it to Scripps-Howard's Howard for checking, got it back with marginal notes that disagreed with Stowe on several points. One Howard comment: "Napoleon, huh? Nap was a little runt and I'm nearly 5 feet 7 inches! He had a cowlick and I still have a pompadour...
...receive in one of the large palace rooms under a glittering crystal chandelier. It looked like the last act of Ziegfeld's Rosalie-wave after wave of bedecked diplomats, armchair generals, bathtub admirals from every civilized country and Japan. The Japs arrived in a protective wedge, their runt-sized correspondents flanked by a beefy general, their dapper ambassador overshadowed by a flashy admiral. They all smiled and you kept thinking of Mr. Moto...