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...champion, teed off into a howling gale sweeping in unannounced from the slate-grey firth, shot a horrendous 85, and caught the next boat home. Even in the sunniest of weather, the championship 7,045-yd. course is a clutching jungle of harsh gorse, spiny Scotch broom and impenetrable whin bushes. Ditchlike burns and sheerfaced bunkers dot the threadbare fairways; the postage-stamp greens are stubbly and unpredictable. Commuter trains clatter past while golfers sweat over tricky putts, and yowling jet airliners swoop low to land at Prestwick, only two miles away...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Taming the Shrew | 7/20/1962 | See Source »

...deesint." A little later he says to his pard he says, "Did yew heah whut thet maan said? INSAHD the haouse!" As they ride out to the ranch. Cowboy Douglas keeps shaking his head, he's that amazed. As soon as they get there, he wants to know, "Whin we gonna see it?" "After lunch," growls Jay C. Flippen, the foreman. After lunch, Douglas busts right out, "Kin we see it naow?" "Yup," says the foreman. The two men brace themselves, walk shoulder to shoulder to the front door of the main ranch house, open it, walk through...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: The New Pictures, Apr. 4, 1955 | 4/4/1955 | See Source »

...gone something like this: "Jöst fanncie hhav'n' Jähn L. Luis com'n' oovah heeah, 'n' tell'n' ös hoo tee dee oor blödy jäbs. Ah'd see tee heem, 'Whin ye teeyek oor tü-füt-nane seams 'n' gives ös yah eet-füt seams, we might lissen...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Sep. 20, 1948 | 9/20/1948 | See Source »

Fortified by its 6-1 conquest of Framingham High last Wednesday night, Clark Hodder's Yardling sextet will week bigger game tonight, whin it Journeys up to Providence to take on the Mt. St. Charles Academy stickmen in the first of a home-and-home series...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: '45 Hockey Team Set For Mt. St. Charles | 12/12/1941 | See Source »

...time past, whin I put me jut through wry livin' wan of the Tin Commandments between Revelly and Lights Out, blew the froth off a pewter, wiped me mustache wid the back av me hand, an' slept on ut all as quiet as a little child...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Defense: No Mulvaneys | 7/14/1941 | See Source »

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