Word: tightness
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...vigorous, exuberant prima donna swept across the stage of the Brooklyn Academy of Music. The big curtain was down tight; another makeshift drop shut off the people seated on the stage, from the strip of stage whereon the singer was to stand. At the appointed hour, the great curtain lifted, slowly, solemnly, disclosed Jeritza, there, ready, her weight on one foot in true Bernhardtian manner. Her husband, big Baron von Popper, had carried her on, propped her against the piano, left her there to give pleasure to a great audience that applauded her singing, her pluck...
...world's middleweight boxing title last week entered the Madison Square Garden prize ring wreathed invisibly about the swart, truculent brows of Champion Harry Greb of Pittsburgh, where it had rested since an August evening in 1923. It left the ring cocked deliriously askew on the black, tight-wooled pate of gold-toothed "Bengal Tiger" Flowers of Brunswick, Ga., onetime psalm-singer. Fight-followers lamented one of the most unpugilistic championship bouts ever held. Greb, reported to be "sodded with night life," had hedged and hesitated, held, butted, thumbed Tiger's eyeballs. Greb had won most of the 15 rounds...
...following days. Bray of the Newton Center squad, playing for Boston, was the first to break the string of Crimson victories with a win over L.S. Haskins '26 last Sunday. In the final match Keele of Philadelphia inflicted the second loss against T.E. Jansen '26, in a tight struggle. S.P. Clark '14, who downed Captain G.D. Debevoise '26, in the semi-finals last year for the only University loss of the tournament, was helpless against the Crimson captain-elect yesterday. Rawlins, who adapted his game to the fast playing surface of the Racquet Club courts rapidly, was regarded...
...that I was pale with concentration. Perhaps I was foolish to change from driving to lobbing against Suzanne, but it seemed best at the time. She was like a silk whirlwind in a salmon pink sweater. She talked constantly, while I pressed my lips tight shut, like President Coolidge. Her drives and placements came my way every time. I tried to drive her back with lobs, but both she and the Baron slaughtered one after another. He hit so hard he bent his racket. ... At the end, Suzanne threw the balls into the stands, rushed to the net with that...
Colebrook is Air-Tight...