Word: traps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...iron pipe, was connected with coke, docks and banking. He was a fine, widely known sportsman. In 1906 he won the national amateur golf championship. For years he kept a box at Forbes (baseball) Field, Pittsburgh. In England and the U.S. he had racing stables. He won trophies at trap shooting. He maintained homes at Pittsburgh, Southampton, L.I., and Aiken, S.C., often visited Palm Beach...
Honest people sometimes develop throat pouches. The gullet muscles weaken, sag. Such diverticula may be very annoying. They interfere with eating. Food catches in them like waste in the trap of a sink, ferments and sends up fetid odors...
...Monsignor Turquetil learned to fish, shoot, trap, cook. He became an able air pilot, carpenter, blacksmith, mechanic. He mastered the Eskimo language, invented a typewriter upon which he typed hymnbooks, prayer-books, catechisms in Eskimo script. With other missionaries at Chesterfield Inlet he built a radio transmitter so that Eskimos may grunt at each other over the frigid air. Monsignor Turquetil, bearded nobly and baldheaded, is an able philologist. But chiefly he can gain converts by telling them how best to fish. Says he: "Taking fish out of the net is no easy job. If you take your hands...
...December Indian trappers complained at the Mounted Police Headquarters in Aklavik that somebody was interfering with their trap lines. For both white and red men, trapping is the only livelihood in winter. Robbing trap lines is a crime, though understandable, but these traps were not robbed. Somebody was smashing snares and deadfalls, scattering the bait so hungry animals could eat it in safety. Tracks of the trap-smasher were followed to Johnson's cabin. Indians raised the alarm, said...
...befits a rich, successful and not yet superannuated artist, by dictating letters to his pretty secretary, Virginia Rook, who is also his grandniece. Later Painter Hassam is seen showing some sketches to his wife, swimming at Southampton's Maidstone Club, whacking at a golf ball in a sand trap, painting the kind of old sun-dappled house he likes best to put on canvas. As a climax he inspects with urbane but irrepressible enthusiasm some of his own paintings hanging in the Metropolitan...