Pour le sport, matadors are gored by bulls, half-backs achieve broken collar bones, skiers leap at 90 miles an hour into snowdrifts where many a hip is twisted awry. Last week Sport, most ogreish of modern Deities, lured Frãulein Elfriede Lucker of Dresden and four male companions up the snow-swept Bratschenkopf, near the Austro-German frontier.
Frãulein Lucker, robust, buxom, was paired in climbing with a lean, nervous youth, her fiance. With pick and pole and hatchet the party labored upward. Suddenly a blinding Alpine snow storm swept upon them, continued for 24...
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