Word: sweaters
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Community Chest of Cincinnati where he makes his home. His favorite indulgence is Maillard's caramels with which his pockets are always and everywhere supplied, also his desks, hall tables, offices. He last year shocked a formal Procter & Gamble convention dinner by appearing with an old grey sweater under his coat in place of a waistcoat...
...handicap J. H. R. Kretschman, a Canadian, won with 195 after shooting off a tie with a Philadelphian and a gunner from New Haven. Next day, however, Kretschman was not important. Lanky Stevenson M. Crothers from Chestnut Hill, Pa., hung his coat on a nail, put on an old sweater and a white eyeshade, raised his single-barrelled, closed-bore Daley gun and giving a gruff bark that meant "Pull!" each time he was ready, knocked the skimming little discs to pieces with dismaying regularity...
...minute to loosen the cramp which Bell indicated as having stricken his left thigh. The crowd expected him to come out of the club after a rest and go on with the match, but Hunter ended that possibility. Angry, quiet, decisive, he picked up his rackets, threw his white sweater over his shoulders, marched into the locker room, claimed the match by default. Bell had quit, he pointed out, while he was ready to go on. Officials conferred hastily, upheld his claim...
...first time since he passed out of sight into the Antarctic, several million newsreaders were given a chance to see pictures of the man they had read so much about for the past 19 months. Photographed as he arrived at Dunedin, N. Z. last month, Admiral Byrd, in sweater and dungarees, seemed to have changed little. The last stage of the photographs' journey was characteristic of the entire Byrd press exploit. Sent by ship from New Zealand, the pictures were picked up in Cristobal, C. Z. by Airman Lee Schoenhair, flown to Tela (Honduras), to Miami, to Richmond...
...Author. Maxim Gorki (real name: Alexey Maximovitch Pyeshkoff) is 62, gaunt, wrinkled, hollow-eyed, with drooping moustaches. He wears: baggy trousers, blue workman's shirt, a blue sweater. A poor boy, he had to earn his own living when he was nine; he has been worker in a bootshop, apprentice to a mechanical draughtsman, cook's assistant, lawyer's clerk, tramp, laborer, baker. Once he tried to commit suicide; the bullet is still in his body. Though he took no part in the Revolution, for he believed the masses were not ready...