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Therefore, this week, two tournaments that caused no great splash in former years have unusual interest: the National Professional championship and the National Clay Court championship...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: First Serves | 6/29/1942 | See Source »

...remembered the somewhat terrifying sound of the Memorial Chapel bell just outside his window on the first morning, and then the comfortingly regular quarter-hours ringing out from Saint Paul's, the clatter of plates mingling with the rumble of voices in the Union, and the regular splash-swish-creak of his oars in sculling...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Looking Backwards | 6/11/1942 | See Source »

...rather tell back on a listing of grievances adding up to what appeared to be an attack on the personal qualifications of Professor Casner. An editorial which is capable of such misinterpretation--if misinterpretation it was--would seem to be the result of a higher regard for journalistic "splash" than for solution of the problem at hand. Phil C. Neal 11, Elliot L. Richardson 11, Roger Schafer...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE MAIL | 3/25/1942 | See Source »

...thankless role, the real heroes of Captains are Director Michael Curtiz and his five cameramen, who caught the matchless greens and browns of Canada's infinite north-country; the black-and-crimson spit & polish of the Northwest Mounties; the kaleidoscopic carnival of the training field; the silver splash of bushers' planes plopping into lonely lakes; the ominous shine of penguin-bellied bombers groaning up from the Newfoundland shore on their weary way to England...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The New Pictures, Mar. 2, 1942 | 3/2/1942 | See Source »

...Several sailors had succeeded in getting off a small motorboat. . . . Trying to splash toward it, I went under again. . . . A score of others had the same idea. . . . Finally the motorboat tipped over, hurling us all into the sea.* I saw the black silhouette of a destroyer about 75 yards ahead. . . . I managed to propel myself forward and hang on to a ladder, safe, but so spent I couldn't pull myself up. At that moment a life raft drifted against the destroyer's side. It banged my head against the warship and I cried out time and again...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MEDITERRANEAN: Galatea & Allen Go Down | 1/19/1942 | See Source »

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