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...early enthusiasm which sent daily parades of workers and students caterwauling through Shanghai's streets has worn thin. There are few parades now. A Chinese student who had greeted the Communists eagerly now tells his foreign friends: "I am going to school to learn to be an engineer. But we are learning very little. All we do is attend meetings...
...King's speech, written after a conference with Christian Socialist Premier-designate Paul van Zeeland, was broadcast first in a somewhat heavy French, for Wallonia, where Leopold had lost in the March 12 plebiscite; then in a thin, nervous Flemish, for Flanders, which had voted for his return. Leopold recognized that he should reign again only with the approval of a "great majority" (he got an overall 57.68% in the plebiscite), and with the "loyal support of all political groups...
...showed up even stronger than anticipated in the weights, featured by Geoff Tootell's wins in the shot and discus and Charlie Keith's 182-foot, 2 1-2 inch javelin throw. Jaakko Mikkola's team took firsts in 13 of the 16 events in its was the Rams' thin, expressionless Bob "Spider" Black. Glancing frequently back as he ran, Black finished far ahead of Dave Cairns with a 4:27 mile. Later, taking over first position at the halfway mark, Black ran away from the field in the two-mile...
...thin, dark-haired national cross-country champion named "Spider" Black is going to cause trouble for the Crimson in the distances. Black will take the mile, but Dave Cairns can come home second. Black will also take the two-mile and with Dave Gregory still injured, Crimson scoring chances ride almost exclusively with Hank Everett. If Black enters the half-mile, Ronnie Berman will probably beat...
...Fred Murphy, a very young man from Dorchester, dragged himself up the next to last hill of the race, the trestle just west of the Square, paused on the crest, and slowly sank toward the ground. A woman nearby gasped. A roar rose from Fenway Park. Murphy's hands, thin and bony, gripped his knees, then slid down along his calves until the fingers stood on the asphalt. There were few spectators left, and fewer moved toward him. For a moment, even the scraps of torn paper in the gutter were resting. Then Murphy's hands pushed...