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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...team's disturbing habit of taking home the British Amateur trophy almost every time it has come to Great Britain. Jess Sweetser did it in 1926, Bobby Jones in 1930, Lawson Little in 1934. With this unpleasant precedent in mind, a British sportswriter said he hoped the sight of the black & white shoes and the southern drawls of the U. S. players would not send the British scores zooming into the 80s as they had done three times before...
Seize the moment, apparently reasons the first competitor. His ship rises rockily, climbs in a gust of wind, scars off toward the Business School. After three and a half minutes, the judges announces that as it has disappeared from sight, its flight is officially at an end. Later in the afternoon the report flashes about that the missing ship is found in the tower of Dunster House...
...examinations may take the corresponding examination in the fall of his Senior year. In May of Senior year each concentrator must take two exams of three hours each on the literatures of Greece and Rome; two or three hours each in the translation of Greek and Latin authors at sight; and one of three hours on the general field of Classical studies. Both because of this abundance and wide coverage of exams and because of the great possibilities of correlation with allied fields tutorial is especially important in the Classics. The tutors were described as extremely cooperative and generous with...
...paying passengers but two Lockheed employes, two Northwest officials and one employe, two wives, two children. Principal post-mortem question mark was why Pilot Willey flew so low. Best guess: For some reason he decided to short-cut straight across the mountains and "fly contact''-in sight of ground-from Burbank to Daggett (in the Mojave Desert), instead of skirting the hills and staying on the airlines' beam. One bit of ground Pilot Willey did not see in time was Mount Stroh, in the Saugus Hills...
Back on his lookout, Vag lifted his eyes above the forest to the sky-line of distant peaks, in the high back--country. Here was the grandest sight of all. Against a violet, cloudless sky they reared in mighty heaps--some smooth and rolling, others leaping up in jagged swoops to abrupt pin-points. Their naked reds and greys were broken by blue-white patches of glaciers, slowly slipping down their inaccessible ravines. Vag could imagine the icy wind currents which ever-lastingly moaned along down these ravines...