Word: tomming
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...family, Robert A. Gardner, National Amateur Golf Champion in 1909 and 1915, is little heard of these days in the wider golfing circles. Last week, at his home club, Onwentsia (Lake Forest, Ill.) he clenched his putter firmly, ended a sweltering match with a 35-ft. putt that beat Tom Frainey, Chicago public-links player, 3 and 2 for the Chicago District Championship, held, last year as well, by Gardner...
...doubly brilliant this year, for the King, as Visitor of Christ Church,* was on hand to celebrate the founding of that great College 400 years before by His Eminence Cardinal Wolsey. The "House," as Christ Church is always called, was naturally the cynosure; and, one night, after "Old Tom" had been tolled 101 times* a vast throng of women, some dressed in the best that Jay's and Liberty's could afford, others in the latest and most gorgeous and flimsy from Paris, began to enter under the imposing tower on St. Aldates into "Tom Quad," illuminated...
...with the bishopric of Oxford. The "House" and some other colleges have the right to elect their own Visitors. The King visited the "House," not as King, but as the ecclesiastical successor of Cardinal Wolsey. *Every night at 9.05 o'clock, white the scholars are in residence, "Old Tom" is tolled 101 times, the number being determined by the original number of the foundation...
...Highest honor in college, Phi Beta Kappa; most respected extra-curricular activity, Princetonian; favorite professor, McClellan; favorite preceptor, Nylander; favorite coach, Fitzpatrick; favorite dormitory, '79; favorite sport to watch, football; favorite sport to play, tennis; favorite novel, "Tom Jones"; favorite poem, "If"; favorite play, "Cyrano de Bergerac"; favorite movie, "The Woman of Paris"; favorite fiction writer, "Day" Edgar; favorite artist, Coles Phillips; favorite poet, Byron; worst poet, "Helz-Belz"; favorite newspaper, New York Times; favorite magazine, Saturday Evening Post...
Nobody heard what was said, but the implication was patent. At the Polo Grounds, Manhattan, the referee, bending above Pugilist Tom Gibbons, had looked with shrewd and not unkindly eyes at his split mouth, puffed face, smashed nose, blotchy body, put a question to him. In 30 seconds more, the bell would start the twelfth round of Gibbons' battle against Eugene Tunney, a handsome fellow with a pompadour, a mild face, who sat facing him from the opposite corner of the ring. Tiered in darkness, 40,000 watchers perspired freely. They saw the solicitous referee bend above Gibbons. They...