Word: visitations
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Doughty and Goose Gosline are scheduled to start at fullback, unless the doctor gives the go ahead signal to injured Joe Bradley, while Put Williams hopes to have the ball visit him as little as possible around the goal...
...time when we knew that Grandma would never see another Spring, never be able to lean out of her sunny window and spit at the children in the park again. She was growing visibly weaker, and began to miss the doctor with the chamber-pot almost every other visit. There was only one bed left in the house. And Grandpa never did come...
Bowl Man. (William) Wallace Wade, whose teams have appeared in the Rose Bowl three times (more often than any other Southern coach), had been there once before his visit in 1926. That was on New Year's Day 1916. as a guard on Brown's great "Pollard team''-so-called for All-America Negro Halfback Frederick ("Fritz") Pollard-which inaugurated the Tournament of Roses' annual U. S. "championship" by losing to Washington State, 0-to-14. In 1917 when Footballer Wade graduated and returned home to his father's farm at Trenton, Tenn...
...year-old Irish peer. Reason for his visit's brevity: Fortnight ago a Paris pickpocket whisked a passport from the right hip pocket of his trousers. Threatened with Ellis Island detention, he roared: "I have no fear of the place. ... I hear they have some new murals...
...woes of Erin, in practical fact the fires of revolutionary ardor in the poet himself had burned very dim. A favorite with fashionable London, he had seen one book of his verses honored by the patronage of the pleasure-seeking Prince of Wales (later George IV). On a visit to the U. S. soon after, he came away from the fledgling republic holding his nose from the ''wretched'' hostelries. "barbarous" inhabitants, "squalling children, stinking Negroes"; . . . "every step I take not only reconciles, but endears to me, not only the excellencies but even the errors...