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...awful." He was among the smallest in his class, and perhaps the sloppiest cadet the Point had ever seen. Once, when the cadets were ordered to wear side arms to chapel, Wood forgetfully marched in with a rifle. Another time, he showed up for guard duty with his shirttail hanging out, and was saved by a friend who threw a raincoat around him. Eventually he put on enough muscle and height so that he was twice selected to represent his class in bare-knuckle bouts with plebes. According to the code of the Point, the plebes could escape hazing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RETAIL TRADE: The General's General Store | 2/25/1952 | See Source »

Helping Hands. In Atlanta, unable to tuck in his shirttail because his arm was in a cast, Ralph Adams asked a boy to help him, later discovered that his wallet with $13 was missing. In Denver, Bus Driver Otis C. Trueblood left his bus to help a blind passenger across the street, returned to find that three other passengers had left with his change container...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Sep. 5, 1949 | 9/5/1949 | See Source »

Tony conceded that his year at Kent School had loosened him up. Said he: "The spirit at Kent is terrific. I learned to take my shirttail out of my trousers, so to speak, and let it dangle." He had even learned to call his teachers Jack, Chuck and Bill-something that would have been considered scandalous at Radley College, his English school...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: No Thirst | 10/11/1948 | See Source »

Even Texas' Tom Connally, the party's foreign policy leader, took up the cry: "A lynching of the Constitution. We will not take it lying down . . . simply to catch a shirttail full of votes." The rebellion hit the Democratic National Committee; Georgian George B. Hamilton, its finance director, resigned...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: DEMOCRATS: Southern Explosion | 3/8/1948 | See Source »

Poky as ever, Bob Feller ambled out to the pitching mound, tugged up his pants in the old way, fired a fastball which was perhaps better than it used to be. After three pitches, his shirttail came out, just like old times...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Same Old Feller | 9/3/1945 | See Source »

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