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...descended from some remote aquatic ancestor of the elephant. Like elephants, they have tusks; like whales, they must rise to the surface to gulp in lungfuls of air. The female dugong's nipples are conspicuous and set forward; when suckling her calf, the mother clasps it to her breast with a flipper that bends at the elbow. At such moments, the head and shoulders of the dugong rise from the water in a vaguely human attitude. Many ichthyologists believe that this-and the fishlike tail the dugong displays when diving-led Greek and Arab seamen to bring back tales...
Finally, Yale had its day. There's a new event in swimming this year. Instead of the three-stroke medley relay, they have a four-stroke one, with both the butterfly and breast strokes. So Yale set the record in it. It wasn't a fluke. Yale is good. But the event is so new that almost any team could swim it and set a record. Even before Esther Williams got the times from the judges, she said. "The old record was ..." The whole Yale team applauded. But Miss Williams misread the times...
Labor Party leaders met for their annual conference last week in a mood of breast-beating, recrimination and bitter division. The party had suffered a crushing defeat, its leader was aging and ailing, it was angrily divided between moderates and left-wingers. Before the delegates was a 30,000-word report documenting its failures. "We are an aging party . . . We are entirely failing to appeal to youth." But the whisper that went round the bars of Margate with the greatest insistence was: "Clem must go. If he won't go himself, someone will have to tell...
...packed little hall in the Saar mining town of Illingen crackled with excitement. Behind the stage, huge and threatening, a black eagle glared down from a red banner with the three initials of the new Saar Democratic Party (DPS) slashed white across its breast. Party Chieftain Heinrich Schneider, a stocky, sad-eyed lawyer of 48, bounded onto the platform to speak. The crowd of coal miners-yellow-haired youngsters and grizzled, Russian-front veterans-stiffened in anticipation, ready to jump frenziedly at his every hoarse shout...
...later found occasion to report in the Boston Traveler, "I knifed through the blazing surface and started to swim under water breast stroke, gliding as far as I could on every stroke to conserve my wind and strength...