Word: stake
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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John Garner read the statement, chuckled, said "No comment." Newshawks began checking, soon learned that "Cactus Jack" quit high-stake poker about 1920, has since played seldom and then for "buttons."* All top-rank correspondents know John Garner's drinking habits. He likes bonded rye, will occasionally go for good corn, scorns soda, ice and fancy fixings, pours water-tumblers half-full, says "Let's strike a blow for liberty" and chases with a little "branch-water" out of the faucet. He has never been seen drunk or even lightly groggy. After 6 p. m. for some...
...they die of malaria or snakebite. To 28-year-old Norman MacDonald & Frank McKay of suburban Nutley, N. J., such odds seemed better than their humdrum jobs (a broker's office, a radio-tube factory). Resolved to hunt orchids themselves, they somehow persuaded U. S. orchid growers to stake them to orders for 6,400 cattleyas from Colombia and Venezuela. When, one Christmas Eve, the venturesome young men reached Boca Grande, Orchid Hunter MacDonald was already at work on notes for his readable, Rover-Boyish orchid odyssey...
...battle fell, of course, upon A. F. of L.'s President William Green, who had failed to act when the bill was before Congress. He now called a meeting in Washington of all his union presidents to put on belated heat. Cried he: "A vital principle is at stake. The wage standards of organized labor, built up through years of sacrifice, suffering and collective bargaining, are threatened . . . strikes and strikes...
...records, than Harte ever admitted. A slender, curly-haired, sickly New York boy, who had read Shakespeare at six, Bret (whose friends sometimes called him Fanny) was a self-conscious literary man, who prospected in patent-leather shoes, drove a stagecoach only long enough to get his literary stake. He wrote his frontier successes when he had long been sitting comfortably behind a desk. Far from being unappreciated, when the Atlantic Monthly offered him $10,000 a year, the frontier went the limit to hold him. He was offered $5,000 a year, plus $100 for each poem and story...
Among U. S. citizens who listened, hair-on-end, to Actor Orson Welles's Martian newscast (TIME, Nov. 7) was a doddypolled 22-year-old airplane mechanic named Cheston Lee Eshleman. More piqued than panicked, he got an idea. He wanted to pay the Martians a return visit, stake out a refuge for "harmless people" during the next war. Secretly, he wrote to Britain for maps and other information that would be useful in a transatlantic flight...