Word: scoreboard
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...leaving the team, on the last day of practice. The next day, he lost his last chance to win the Big Ten or Western Conference championship as Illinois scored eight points in the first half and then held on while returns from other conference games flashed up along the Scoreboard. By beating Ohio State 8-0, Illinois became the Conference champion for the second successive year...
There were about 20,000 people in the quiet stands; a cold rain dripped from the smutty sky and early autumn mist closed in around Meadow Brook. Airplanes rose suddenly from invisible fields and flew low across the enormous billiard table of turf; a Scoreboard said "Argentine-6; U. S.-6." The gong sounded for the eighth chukker and two polo teams cantered in from the northeast corner of the field...
Today Cambridge except for those luckless youths who must watch the game from the Union scoreboard, is as empty as a box marked "discarded baseballs" after an assistant manager has been near. By train, boat, automobile, airplane, even a few by "ride soliciting", Harvard is making its way southward, as the swallow flies. Last night New York was filled with the men who by day walk Mount Auburn Street. This morning the gentleman from Indiana and Westmorly, arm in arm with the class baby of 1911, will measure with his eye the cool quadrangles of Princeton, and to him they...
...inning two weeks ago, hit a home run, won a game against St. Mary's. Last week, against Oakland Technical High School, Catcher Fiedler came to bat again in the ninth. Two strikes were called on him. The runner on second base hung his head, looked at the scoreboard that showed the University team one run behind. The bat boy was picking up the bats, the pitcher pitched, Catcher Fiedler swung wildly, hit the ball, knocked it out of the lot. "Another Casey," chortled California freshmen...
...they forget that a sorry creature; conscious of his sorriness is pretty amusing to watch. Without their knowing it he has been sorry all along and I for one, have been amused by him. His imaginary figure fitting over the incubus of the proposed chapel or the Yale-Harvard scoreboard is as actual as any greybeard or official waistcoat in the yard. He is a loveable, tragic figure, walking hither and yon, like the inevitable canine, on the heels of a great idea. That his idea may fail to take tangible form bears little weight; for in the unending pursuit...