Word: ring
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When not playing Presidential politics, Mr. Farley is chairman of the New York State Boxing Commission. In him is something of the blatant tenacity of the prize ring. Yet as he sat alone at the Congress Hotel he was defeated by forces beyond his control. The Smith faction, captained by Jersey City's hardboiled Frank Hague and backed by Tammany Hall, was relentlessly bitter in its opposition. Mayor Hague had attacked Governor Roosevelt as the "weakest man" to nominate. The California and Texas forces of Speaker Garner, led by lean, leathery William Gibbs McAdoo, had lined up with the Brown...
...excitement, vaulted the fence, joined the runners. Occasionally a runner fell, lay still while the bulls, their eyes on the moving mass, pounded over them. From the plaza the chase poured into another small street, then men & bulls made one mad rush for the entrance of the bull ring...
...gate is far too small to let all through at once. Those who could not get in fell to the ground. Men piled upon men, bulls leaped over a human wall and charged snorting into the ring. There they found men waving coats, shirts, rags-anything that remotely resembled a matador's cape. The bulls charged here &; there. Sometimes a novice held his bull's attention, executed several passes. Sometimes he went down with a horn wound...
...Schmeling likes to let his opponents work hard in the early rounds, cut them down slowly when they are tired. In the eighth round against Sharkey, he began to increase his pace as his admirers expected. Blocking punches with his gloves and el bows, he drove Sharkey around the ring crowded him into the corners, smashed short punches to the side of his jaw. Shar key's left eye became swollen, discolored. Schmeling had a cut lip. In the ninth round then the tenth and the eleventh, it looked as though Sharkey were tiring, as though Schmeling had planned...
...jumble onto his stage spear-carriers, dancing girls, supernumeraries by the score. If possible, let there be animals! Could there be camels in Carmen? Elephants in Pelleas et Melisande? Hardly. Of all operatic staples, Aïda does best outdoors. Consequently, Aïda's familiar tunes ring sweetly every summer in many a U. S. stadium. Biggest and most pompous ever was Cleveland's last summer, in which more than 1,000 performers (including the animals) figured (TIME, Aug. 10). Washington had an Aïda last fortnight, presented by that seasoned Aïda-man, Maestro...