Word: wildes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Scott journeyed to native encampments on the wild thornbush plains. He bumped over rough motor tracks, got lost in deserts, sat with chiefs and councillors and took down their words. The tribesmen deputized him to speak for them to the outside world, sold some of their cattle to pay for his trips to sessions...
...about Tufts? All Shepard knows about the visitors from Medford is what Walt McCurdy has told him. McCurdy, a member of last year's team, played with a Business School outfit that lost to the Jumbos in an unofficial scrimmage. Coach Fred Ellis likes to play a wild and fast game. His team is about the same as Shepard's heightwise (the Smith-Rockwell-Prior front line averages 6 ft. 5 in.) and his best man is Perry, a dead set shot who is also very fast...
Their foe in Pasadena on Jan. 2 would be California, the Pacific Coast Conference's all-conquering champions, who got a scare from arch-rival Stanford last week. Stanford was ahead, 14-12, in the third period, when Jack Swaner, California's star halfback, began to run wild. Final score: California 33, Stanford...
...seven weeks wave after wave of mallards and pintails took off like scrambling fighter planes from their summer bases in Canada. Fanning out over four major flyways (see chart), where great precise Vs of wild geese passed intermittently from dawn to dusk, they headed south. It was the heaviest migration of waterfowl that the U.S. had seen in years. But the shooting was as variable as the weather...
...this point, In Sicily is an excellent novel about the same kind of simple and appealing people that Ignazio Silone (Bread and Wine, The Seed Beneath the Snow) writes about-all done in a clipped Hemingwayesque style. But just about midway, Novelist Vittorini goes off on a wild-swinging tear into symbolism which is part sentimentality, part hallucination. His characters begin to chant lugubrious dirges about the "world's outrages" that sound as if they had been written by William Saroyan with an ice pack on his head...