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...best Hearst style, Egan yesterday buffooned Bill Bingham as a master hypocrite and the H.A.A. as a prude but shrewd sweat-shop. The gist of Dave's theme revolves as follows: Bill Bingham was a ringer in the class of 1916, who after graduation betrayed his own caste by cutting the pay of athletes employed by the H.A.A. kitchen; Harvard has a lousy football team and will continue the same way as long as Bingham bends backward from professionalism...
...importance of the Poles in the U. S. is still fairly minor. Immigrants settled on farms in New England, Pennsylvania, Texas, the North Central States, went into factories, crawled into mines, swaggered into the Pacific lumber camps,' poured their sweat and labor into the expanding machinery of U. S. industry, sent their brawny children to college, where their names have recently emerged as problems to football cheering sections...
...platform, through a glass window he could be seen pulling, slapping and stamping at the levers and pedals of the most complicated piece of bell-ringing machinery in the U. S. When he had boomed his last bong, Carillonneur Lefre emerged from his booth in a dignified sweat, took off his gloves amid the gale-blown applause of his fellows...
...bankrupt sugar plantations and broke them up into homesteading units, matriarchal Rhoda was delighted. She picked out the best tract she could find, then let Adam come and live with her on it. "De only way to get de devil out of dese people," she said, "is to sweat it out. Noodeal's done tried restin' it out, an' it didn't work...
...into its reeds. A quarter mile away something moved. Charles Miller's blood froze. Lashing across the swamp was a dinosaur. It was 35 feet long, a yellowish color, with scales laid on like armor plate, a bony-flanged head, and snappin-turtle beak. Half blinded by cold sweat, Charles Miller pressed the release on his camera.* The dinosaur reared up on its hind legs, its small forelegs dangling, hissed roaringly, shot its snaky neck in his direction and slithered out of sight. Concluding that his rifle would be "about as useful as citronella," Explorer Miller fled...