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...Historian Knollenberg's voice is not always dispassionate, this is due to the fact that his book is less an onslaught on Washington than a book-bat heaved in a historians' squabble. Conspicuous on the receiving end is Historian John C. Fitzpatrick, editor of the Bicentennial edition of Washington's works...
Dumpy, round-faced Little John, now 69, learned his soldiering in Germany; lean, bat-eared Alexander, 57, learned his at France's Ecole Superieure de Guerre. Both suffered the pangs of Greece's sorry war with Turkey in 1922. Out of that defeat came their resolution to do better another time. Often the loser in one war wins the next (witness France after 1870, Germany after 1918). As Chief of Staff, General Papagos saw to it that Greece's 18-month compulsory training for all males between 21 and 50 was no child's play. King...
...Born on a 29th of February of an Irish father and Dutch mother in Oklahoma, Pepper Martin had tussled with a rattlesnake as a tot, eloped at 24, kicked around in the minor leagues for seven years. Powerful and ungainly, he played baseball by main strength, sometimes throwing his bat at the ball, charging like a buffalo across the diamond, sliding into bases head first. The way he cut up ball fields made him the despair of ground keepers; the way he smeared up his uniform by diving at bases and the ball gained him the title of "baseball...
Like most superathletes, Terrible Tommy is always on the spot. Just as baseball fans expected Babe Ruth to hit a home run every time he went to bat and fight fans expect Joe Louis to knock out every opponent in one minute flat, football fans want Harmon to run 95 yards at least once in every game. In Michigan's first game of the season (against California), Harmon ran back the opening kickoff 94 yards for a touchdown, wriggled 72 yards for another, 86 for a third. Against Michigan State and Harvard he was less spectacular...
...Voyage Home (United Artists) is a dreamy, reverent screen translation of four one-act plays about the sea by Eugene O'Neill. Preceded by enthusiastic rumors heralding it as the best picture since The Informer, it opened in the situation of a celebrated home-run hitter going to bat with the bases loaded and two out in the ninth inning. That it failed to clear the bases is as much the fault of its advance rooters as it is of the film. Director Ford filled it with respectful piety for the hard impersonality of the sea. In doing...