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Like Wilbur, who will become Stanford's chancellor for life, Tresidder is a physician. He has never practiced, since 1925 has directed the consolidated hotels and camps of Yosemite National Park. A woodsman, horseman and flyer who promoted skiing as a Western sport, Tresidder knows craggy Yosemite like his back yard. As a Stanford trustee since 1939, he has devoted the same lusty, detailed attention to "the Farm" (Stanford's name for its magnificent campus, once a horse-breeding ranch...
Seventy two hours later they saved themselves with an old woodsman's trick -finding water, going doggedly downstream until they stumbled out of the wilderness...
...music to Oregon lumberjacks. It meant that the long, clear cry of "Timberrrr!" would soon ring out no more in the stillness of the forest-it would be drowned by the din of a mechanical buzz saw. The old hell-roaring, ripsnorting days of Jigger Jones (the Maine woodsman who could kick the knots off a spruce log with his bare feet), of loggers who slept with their axes and gouged out each other's eyes, would soon be gone forever. The Gargantuan legend of Paul Bunyan was more legendary than ever...
Shrieking prison sirens roused the countryside. A State police plane roared overhead. Coast Guard cutters put-putted up & down river. Bloodhounds sniffed along the western shore. It was still only 9 a.m. when William Mullen, veteran woodsman and member of the Palisades Interstate Park Police, leading a posse along the side of Hook Mountain, heard a noise in the brush and saw a flash of white shirt. "You're surrounded," a posseman hollered. "Put up your hands." All fight gone out of them, Riordan and McGale stumbled out, gave...
...rawboned, rangy, veteran Canadian woodsman is Norman Charles Phillips, 24-year-old reporter for the Toronto Star. Fortnight ago the Star sent Norman Phillips, driving an old flivver, north to Sudbury to cover the escape of two German prisoners from a nearby concentration camp. Phillips stayed five days, saw the prisoners safely rounded up, wrote his story, headed back toward Toronto. Nearing home he met a fair-haired man in grey trousers and blue coat, walking toward him along the highway...