Superstitious, nervous spinsters bank on the old adage that lightning never strikes twice in the same place. Superstitious, nervy gamblers bank on the chance that bad luck will also scatter its bolts. Last week both lightning and luck struck with tragic redundance:
ΒΆ Back in 1913, a young undertaker named John A. Maxwell played golf with two companions on the Raritan Valley Country Club course, Somerville, N. J. As they approached the tenth green, a thunderstorm broke. A forked tongue of lightning licked the fairway, kicked all three players on to their backs,...
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