Word: sweetnesses
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...through the test exercises, getting in some additional practice for the final 1977 water test next month outside Detroit. Elaine Lehr, a Mount Holly, N.J., breeder who spends an hour a day training her handsome Landseer Newfoundland, Sebastian, explained the sport's appeal: "Newfoundlands are smart with sweet dispositions. Training them isn't work. Besides, they are among the few dogs you can train to do something that still has a place in this world. As long as people swim, there will be a job for Newfs. How many sheep need herding in New Jersey...
Wagner, it seems, disliked smoking cigarettes and threatened to sue the manufacturer of Sweet Caporal cigarettes, when it used his picture on one of their premium cards. Since only a few were printed before the company suspended production of his card, the estimated two dozen that are known to exist have become coveted investments. If they are in good condition they may sell for $4,000 apiece...
...naturally in greater demand. Moreover, many sets include one or two "stumpers"-cards that because of printing errors are rarer than the others. The Honus Wagner card is probably the greatest stumper of all tune, and along with two others forms "the Big Three." The second is the 1910 Sweet Caporal card of Philadelphia Athletics Pitcher Eddie Plank, whose printing plate broke during production, making the card a rarity currently worth $1,900. The third, worth $1,500, is the card of Cleveland Second Baseman Napoleon ("Larry") Lajoie that was issued by the Goudey Gum Co. as a special edition...
...Chicago Seven's convention mischief in 1968 and later blissed out on the Perfect Master Maharaj Ji. Davis, it turns out, now sells life insurance for John Hancock in Denver, wearing contact lenses and what looks like a blow-dry hairdo. He is living, he says, a sweet, useful life: Brighten the Corner Where...
...toward the front page again, ripping out headlines, paragraphs and whole stories that either please or peeve him, depositing the clippings on his night table for future action. Exhausted, Punch the Ripper flings the eviscerated carcass to the floor. And as the clock strikes 12, he sinks into the sweet sleep of a man who knows, as his paper's motto has it, all the news that 's fit to print...