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...Sledding. Like Hubert Stevens, driver of one U. S. Olympic sled, who owns a Lake Placid hotel, is the most famed German bobber, Hans Kilian, who owns one at Garmisch and until last fortnight held the record for the Garmisch run. Like Stevens and a French team, which brought a streamlined sled, Kilian failed miserably last week, wound up in seventh place. Swiss teams took first and second. Three days later the U. S. won its only gold medal of the Games when an Adirondack guide named Ivan Brown, with his neighbor Alan Washbond at the brakes...
First event on the program was the parade of the contestants and the ceremony of the Olympic Oath. A crowd of 50,000 gathered in the stadium below the ski jump to watch Herr Hitler, who has never sat on a bob-sled and cannot stand on skis, review the parade...
...Olympic Winter Games last eleven days, include hockey, bob-sled racing, speed and figure skating, four kinds of skiing. It is a truism that the Olympics, instituted to promulgate international goodwill, usually promulgate nothing of the sort. Last week, long before any significant results had been recorded, a series of major and minor brawls in sad contrast to the gay opening ceremonies made it clear that, in competitive ill-will, as well as in size, beauty of scene and dignity, the Winter Olympics of 1936 would outclass all their predecessors...
...Sledding. Before the Games started, major bob-sled controversies concerned: 1) the poor condition of the run, which U. S. Driver Hubert Stevens described as "unsound" and 2) the bad effect on it of U. S. runners, which are sharper than those of European bobsleds. Most romantic casualty of the week was Donna Fox, a Bronx undertaker who, after sustaining a bruised ear when his sled tipped over on a curve, ungraciously blamed the accident on the poor construction of the run. Fastest practice runs of the week were made by Hubert Stevens, who won the two-man event...
...sweet, curly-haired child; about four she was, with the lovely innocence of youth staring from her large brown eyes. Toddling along snow filled Cowperthwaite Street, her red sled trailing majestically behind, she furnished the pause that refreshes to Dunstermen hurrying to classes. Her kindly smile sent many of them back to their own childhood, when life was not a mass of troubles, and happiness a thing possessed, not sought after...