Word: turning
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Young Galina Stepanchenko lives in the Donbas coal-mining town of Makeevka, works hard and wants to get married. When she wrote to three young men of her acquaintance one day, she had no idea the letters were going to turn up in black type in Komsomolskaya Pravda, but they did. Miss Stepanchenko had made the deplorable mistake of getting all three letters into the wrong envelopes. The recipients thought three was a crowd and exposed the flirtatious Galina. Moscow Correspondent Joseph Newman sent Komsomolskaya Pravda's story along to the New York Herald Tribune, which pubished it this...
...football (i.e., soccer) fans rate with any sport fanatics in the world. Buenos Aires alone supports 16 big-league clubs and 24 second-class teams, each with its own stadium or field. The season runs for 30 weeks: on Saturday and Sunday afternoons, crowds totaling more than 300,000 turn out in the capital...
...pages 37 and 40 you will find cheers and jeers enough to goose any ball team this side of Palo Alto. The poets laureate of Bow Street usually turn out pretty priceless stuff, and this is some of it. Scattered elsewhere in the program are reams of strange pictures, and several short A. A. News-like articles which all have the good quality of not being obvious at first. One of the best features of any parody is its subltety; the Lampoon has ably met this requirement. And if you want to know how the Harvard-Yale gridiron rivalry began...
...stooped way down, touched his fists to his shoclaces, and then straightened with a jump. "Harvard!" he called--to the green bags going to class who didn't turn around; to the gray flannels coming back from Chipp's who just waved and shifted their bundles. Vag gathered up a handful of leaves, started forward, one-two, stopped, spun and then punted over the nearest convertible. The leaves scattered across the canvas but before they were still, Vag was off down Mt. Auburn on the run, leaping to touch the magenia flags with his fingertips. "Har--vard!" he called...
...otherwise steady individuals will blow their tops. The mud flats of Soldiers Field will tremble under the poundings and stampings of the huge audience, and the greans and yips will travel downstream on the Charles. The gentleman who yesterday called the Harvard-Yale game stuff for kids will overnight turn into the noisiest and naughiest kids in the territory. After the game the breath of liquor will hang over the Square like a smog; blond hair and strapless backs will glitter through the night; and Cambridge, seat of culture, will be undistinguishable from any city where the American Legion...