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...Even if Waterloo was not won on the playing fields of Eton, every Englishman and every fair-minded foreigner will admit that the Great War was won on the football fields of the United Kingdom. Nothing strikes the foreigner more than your independence as citizens and even your cheek when abroad. The Englishman seems to have learned the restraint of leadership while boys in other countries are learning Latin and arithmetic. "There might have been no Great War in Europe had the nations played with balls of leather instead of balls of lead." When George II had spoken, that distinguished...
Then came the next season the great moral victory of the Crimson team. With M.A. Cheek '26 playing stellar football an underdog Harvard eleven held the Blue cohorts to a 0 to 0 tie, in weather the most unfavorable. The 1926 fray in the Bowl is remembered by undergraduates for the Harvard touchdown brought about by a pass, Henry Chauncey '27 to W.G. Saltonstall '28, which gave the Crimson rooters a moment of hope. The game ended, however, with Yale in the lead, 12 to 7. Last year's tilt in the Stadium brought out the steady power the Blue...
...left jaw while he was stoutly persuading Congress to demonetize silver.* Dr. Keen, Dr. John Frederick Erdmann and the late Dr. Joseph D. Bryant (Cleveland's medical attendant and intimate friend) cut out the diseased bone during two operations. An artificial jaw of vulcanized rubber supported the cheek in the natural position and prevented it from falling in. So artful were the operations and so secretly done that the country, panicky over money, knew nothing...
...couch in the wings. Mme. Olszewska saw us?. She sang, right with the music. 'What are you doing there, you dirty dogs?' I never heard a taxicab driver use such language. Then she came closer and spat. It [the spittle] struck Mme. Kittle on the cheek. I fainted and they carried me to my dressing-room...
...makes good telling of his drab childhood, his golden-haired mother, his whiskey-bibbling father. In Shanty Irish he attains not the strange lure of roving Beggars of Life (recently effectively distorted for the cinema; see TIME. Oct. 8), but projects instead that charming Gaelic shiftlessness which composes, cheek by jowl with uninspired Teutonic steadiness, the U. S. formula...