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Welles, Welles how are Ewell today? Shirley this will be a big day with the 43rd annual Crimson-Lampy rout scheduled for the Easton end of Soldiers Field today. With both sides Hickoxing and with an Aiken their Foote, you can put your Falthorn the Weinberger nine who get up Earle to practice...
...Moines, in the 28th Drake Relays, there were 39 events, 184 schools represented, 2,000 competitors. In the 43rd Penn Relays there were 76 events. 489 schools, 3,000 competitors. Drake had a queen (Frances Rather), warm weather the first day, cold the second. Penn had no queen (officials thought it undignified), cold weather the first day, warm the second. Drake had six 1936 Olympic trackmen, no Olympic champions. Penn had ten, of whom two (Spec Towns and Johnny Woodruff) were champions. Drake crowds totaled 20,000. Penn crowds totaled 50,000. Feature event at Drake was an invitation...
Your latest item about myself is headed "No. 43" [TIME, Oct. 5] and you say: "Last week the contradictory novelist-politician offered his 43rd volume in the form of a story of the self-help co-operative movement of California." You are nearly a decade behind the times. The item should have been headed...
...with Jenny Lind. Later Pianist Hoffman married one of his pupils, extremely Socialite Fidelia Lamson of Manhattan. A lifelong friend of Malvina Hoffman is Monologist Ruth Draper, with whom she used to play in the back yard of the Hoffman house on Manhattan's West 43rd St. It was while peering out of a front window from that same house that scrawny little Malvina first felt the surge of excitement at the sight of the nude human figure that is the driving force behind most great sculptures. A suicidal beauty across the street slipped out of her nightgown...
Last week the contradictory novelist-politician offered his 43rd volume in the form of a story of the self-help co-operative movement of California. It is a typical Sinclair novel. It has a good deal of the sunny, buoyant, irrepressible uplift spirit that has distinguished all his writing since he published The Jungle in 1906, the journalistic flare that keeps even his crusading potboilers rattling along at a good clip, a large cast of those singleminded, two-dimensional, easily-stirred individuals who seem to be more frequently encountered in Sinclair's fiction than anywhere else. The co-operative...