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...Vander Meer, revolving through his elaborate windup and mixing his dazzling fast ball and his baffling curve, got out of that tight spot. In the ninth, young Vander Meer walked three more Dodgers. A tense silence settled over the stands as Manager Bill McKechnie, a smart manager of pitchers, strode out to the box and whispered in Vander Meer's ear. Regaining control, Vander Meer made Ernie Koy hit a grounder for a putout...
...Republican Representatives left their seats and stalked huffily out of the chamber until only Minority Leader Bertrand Snell and Mr. Jenks remained. Then Mr. Jenks jumped up from the place he had occupied for 17 months, walked down front, shook hands with Speaker Bankhead, strode out of the House to loud Democratic applause. He will keep the $14,361.11 salary he has collected plus $8,046.12 expenses. Mr. Roy was to get another $14,361.11 for services he was unable to perform, plus $5,638.89 for the balance of his term, plus $3,118.30 for expenses. Both will be paid...
...chest and abdomen. At first Bernstein took it easy, then gradually matched his opponent's aggressiveness, finally gave Bourdet a poke in the arm. This ended the fight. But not for Bourdet. Snapped he: "This is only a theatre duel." Begging in vain for another go, he finally strode fuming off the field, without shaking Bernstein's hand...
Into Dublin's Department of Agriculture Building last week strode a 78-year-old, tall, erect, walrus-mustached Gaelic scholar. There, flanked by Eire Ministers, high court justices and Parliament leaders, this poet, playwright and author, Dr. Douglas Hyde by name, received from Civil Servant Wilfrid Brown formal notification in Gaelic that he had been elected first President of Eire. No vote-counting was necessary for Civil Servant Brown to reach this conclusion, for Dr. Hyde had been chosen by both Eamon de Valera's Fianna Fail Party and William T. Cosgrave's Opposition Party...
...morning of Oct. 15, 1899 (goes her story), that drunken, 18-year-old Allen Britt (or Albert), a sturdy downriver buck, strode into Housemaid Frankie's St. Louis bedroom with another woman. When Frankie ordered him to leave, he drew a knife. As Frankie edged toward her pistol she warned him: "You're trying to get me hurt, and I don't want me to hurt you. The best place for you to go is your mother." When Britt failed to take the hint, she shot him. Groaning on the floor, he gasped: "Oh, you have...