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Last week Pele stirred again, cracked the back of Mauna Loa. From a jagged rift on the mountain's slope shot a cascade of fire hundreds of feet high, 150 to 200 feet wide. Fortunately for the citizens of Hilo, the lava moved down toward Kau Desert, on the opposite side from the city...
Other speakers before the small audience were Dr. Arlie V. Bock, Henry K. Oliver Professor of Hygiene, Dean Hanford, William Cunningham, Boston sports-writer Benno Rybizka of the Eastern Slope Ski School, Douglas Mercer '40, and Langdon P. Marvin...
East. New England has most of the best resorts. Noteworthy is North Conway, N. H., most famed of the recently developed Eastern Slope (of the White Mountains' Presidential Range). There Banker Harvey D. Gibson, a North Conway native, has transplanted Austria's Hannes Schneider (father of modern skiing) and his celebrated Ski School, developed 50 miles of downhill trails, installed a $125,000 skimobile (180 miniature cable cars), tripled the town's income. At nearby Franconia, Austria's Baron Hubert Pantz has established a swank ski club patterned after his famed Alpine Club Mittersill, rendezvous...
...elite game of racquets, nobody seriously disputes the U. S. supremacy of 27-year-old, London-born Robert Grant III (Eton-Harvard-Wall Street). A dark, intent-eyed broker with shoulders that slope as ominously as Joe Louis', Grant can drive a racquets ball faster and more tellingly than any other racqueteer. In the last three years he has cornered the vaunted Tuxedo Gold Racquet, U. S. amateur and open, Canadian singles and both U. S. and Canadian doubles (with Clarence C. Pell Jr.). U. S. racqueteers predict that Grant will handily win the world's open championship...
With finer imagery than that of the better-known "Mountaineer Poet," Jesse Stuart, Still makes his child's world as bright as a new dime. It was not a world in which dimes were common. On the barren slope above Blackjack Mine, Bracky Baldridge owned a garden patch, a shack with puncheon floors, a black birch tree. When the mines along the creek closed one March, Bracky's no-good cousins, Harl and Tibb Logan, came to live with the Baldridges. The dried beans ran out fast. Then soft, lazy Uncle Samp came and stayed, his thin grey...