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7-Up vs. Coke Part 2
Heir to a fortune, Andrew Gladney went from John Burroughs to Yale and came home to found the dot-com darling Savvis Inc. Then he squandered it all. The spectacular flameout of a St. Louis soft-drink scion.
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras
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Ludo is fired up and ready to play on the national stage
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Curious Gorge: Ian tests the animal magnetism of Three Monkeys
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Feel a Draught?: Tigín opens an outpost in a Hampton Inn downtown? O'Really!
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras (10)
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership (9)
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7-Up vs. Coke Part 2 (6)
Heir to a fortune, Andrew Gladney went from John Burroughs to Yale and came home to found the dot-com darling Savvis Inc. Then he squandered it all. The spectacular flameout of a St. Louis soft-drink scion.
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Will Ian flip for the Original Pancake House? (4)
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Is a Wash. U. dean destroying alumni records and making unjust department cuts? (3)
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7-Up vs. Coke Part 2
Heir to a fortune, Andrew Gladney went from John Burroughs to Yale and came home to found the dot-com darling Savvis Inc. Then he squandered it all. The spectacular flameout of a St. Louis soft-drink scion.
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras
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Ludo is fired up and ready to play on the national stage
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership
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Icing the Cupcakes: Rachel Watson rouses racial emotions with her sizzling editorial in University City High School's student newspaper
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Legendarily Ornery STL Bartender Mark Pollman ICU Update
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Iron Chef America -- The Game!
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This Is Hawkwind -- Do Not Panic
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Notes From a Second Class Citizen, Part 14
Week of January 31, 2008
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Notes From a Second Class Citizen, Part 11
Week of November 29, 2007.
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Thwomp! Part 2
(South Broadway Athletic Club, October 6)
By Timothy Lane
Published: December 12, 2007Now the two wrestlers appear to be dancing, caught in an arm-lock, or something. The spinning makes it hard to tell.
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Timothy Lane
Subject(s): wrestling, South Broadway Athletic Club
But just when you think you've got it figured out, a new move is introduced: The arm-lock is disentangled and a limp body is thrown against the ropes, and as it springs back, the momentum is redirected into one of the posts – BOOM! The crippled body pops back, deflates, oozes to its knees like melting ice cream, and the crowd's roar reaches a peak: Everyone felt that one. The expression on the wrestler's face speaks of delirium, of shattered dreams. Of brain beaten to jelly.
Now the vanquished is wrapped between the bottom ropes with his oppressor kneeling on his back, preening triumphantly.
The crowd showers the loser with hoots and catcalls. Nothing is as resounding as a wrestler's defeat; you can practically feel it in the rattle of your own rib cage.
