Word: forgot
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...silver cup to the player who won their annual tournament. This year they put up a radio phonograph with a bronze plate for the winner's name. Nobody knew where the cup was. Walter Hagen had won it so often that he got careless about it and forgot it one day. When Leo Diegel beat him last year, Hagen's manager had to tell the committee where the cup was. "I don't know," he said. "It's hard enough getting him out of bed in the morning without picking up after him." Playing unevenly...
Last year when Ruggiero played publicly for the first time in San Francisco, all who heard him marveled. Early in the fall he played the Mendelssohn Concerto with the Manhattan Symphony (TIME, Oct. 28). Critics and laymen alike forgot that they had gathered for the debut concert of Conductor Henry Hadley's orchestra, spoke only of Ricci. Next day he was a celebrity. The customary human interest stories followed?"Ruggiero is a real boy despite his genius . . . likes history, lemon pie, strawberries . . . sleeps twelve hours a night, from seven until seven...
...last week his valet found the old Tiger in bed, breathing heavily, unconscious from a sudden heart attack. Worried specialists rushed to his bedside, administered oxygen, strychnine, summoned his son, his daughter, his grandson. They privately gave up hope that the old man could live through the night. They forgot the implacable will of Georges Clémenceau. The man who carried France through the dark winter of 1917 by the sheer force of his personal hatred of Germany, whose wool-gloved fists so impressed all observers of the Versailles Peace Conference, does not give up easily. He was ready...
When at Harvard's last mass meeting almost two years ago, one of the greatest ends ever to wear the Crimson described his Utopian ideal of Harvard undergraduates studying with a football in their hands, he forgot that the idea was not new. Coach Laval also probably did not realize that the fundamental idea of his cure for fumbling has long been in practice right here in Cambridge. For years, Harvard students have been juggling books and fountain pens, as they made their increasingly procarious way about the streets radiating from Harvard Square. Of course as Mr. Laval will...
When an oldtime singer sang that old-time song last week, Manhattan forgot for an instant its tap-dancing tunes and wallowed in a sentiment marvelous to behold...