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When he built his home, he made a specific request-that the architect install, in a hidden recess in the fireplace (visible by removing a brass plate and turning on a hidden light), the five-cent boy's top he played with as a schoolboy in Rhode Island...
Wrong-Way Eddy. His reasons are quite understandable. He was born into a middle-class family of Providence, R.I. He was the awkward kind of schoolboy with blazing red hair who invariably lost his girls to sharper rivals. All thumbs at baseball, too clumsy for soccer, he met the only great chance of his athletic career (an emergency place on the relay team) by grabbing the baton and running the wrong way around the track...
...have 250 (covering some 8,000 boys) in force by midseason. On its $2-per-player premium rate covering hospital and doctor's bills, the company has lost money but gained much good will and many young life insurance prospects. Its statistics also enhance longevity prospects: one western schoolboy conference, for instance, now requires a brisk warm-up before the second-half whistle...
Georges ("Georgeous Georges") Carpentier, dapper light-heavyweight boxing hero of the '20s and a French air-force veteran of World Wars I & II, was met in Paris by sight-seeing U.S. soldiers who questioned him in schoolboy French, mobbed him when he wisecracked in English: "Why the hell don't you speak your own language? Don't you recognize me?" Carpentier said that his Paris nightclub had been taken over by the Nazis, declared that he had cooperated with the enemy only once, and then under pressure, when he refereed a fight in Berlin. His only question...
...corniced walnut wardrobes, marble-topped bureaus-some 10,000 numbered items, stacked in the halls, standing in the serried, airless bedrooms. A dozen garlanded chinaware cuspidors clustered beside a bundle of lace curtains. Metal Indians and painted washstands stood on the vast drawing-room floor, while a gleeful Saratoga schoolboy banged at a bandy-legged grand piano. Love's Tribute and Love's Stratagem leaned in steel engraving against a parlor wall. There were objects nobody could explain, such as a waisthigh, samovar-like receptacle of tarnished silverplate sporting an impudent spiggot. There were even sales tickets...