Word: thumpings
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...with frequent post game extras. A couple of steals were perpetrated on Yale in its own territory of New Haven in both 1906 and 1940, "scooping" the Yale News both times. The latter was quite frankly a fake, since the reader, after being attracted by the blazing headline "HARLOWMEN THUMP BLUES," was referred for the score to a non-existent page three...
...Plaza, they roared themselves hoarse as the Prime Minister led three rousing cheers. They broke through police lines to shake Eisenhower's hand, thump his back, shout "Good Old Ike." A little girl cried, "I love you." Even a high-ranking Cabinet minister caught the mood: "I said to myself, brother, if ever you run for anything I'll vote...
...used for corn rather than comedy. The heroine-a predaceous, flinthearted little heel, a kind of sister to John O'Hara's Pal Joey-is too harshly drawn for this kind of jamboree, too poorly drawn to rise above it. Before the evening is over, the constant thump and slambang of Billion Dollar Baby becomes a little fatiguing...
Vice Admiral Ross T. Mclntyre, the President's personal physician, hovered close; he would not leave, he said, unless or until the returns moved substantially in F.D.R.'s favor. (He left just before 11 p.m.) At 11:15 came the dull thump of a bass drum and the shrill tootle of fifes, and the usual torchlight parade of neighbors milled up the circular driveway...
...before seem mild. We are only minutes away from starting the run. Now the LCLs ahead start to move in slowly, just ahead and to the left of the first wave of amphibious tanks. Those LCLs are firing like coked-up gangsters in a grade-B movie. Rockets go thump, thump, thumping out of them and bursting along the shore. The big rockets, taking off with a coughing roar, scorch the beach and plow up vegetation behind them. Many 20-mm. autoguns are hammering like runaway riveters and weaving red lines of tracer shells alongshore like thin angry fingers prying...