Word: beaten
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...PRESIDENT should have nothing to worry about, since arm-twisting by Byrd and Sen. Henry M. Jackson (D-Wash.), floor leader of the bill, have beaten back efforts to kill it by a filibuster. For a time, it looked as though deregulation might be defeated by a coalition of consumer states, led by Sen. Howard R. Metzenbaum (D-Ohio) and Sen. James Abourezk (D-S.D.), and joined by right-wingers like Sen. Clifford Hansen (D-Wyo.) who want total deregulation or none at all. But eventually administration supporters garnered enough votes to invoke cloture and kill the kind...
Arthur Ashe, winner of the first U.S. Open in 1968, likewise decries the new superstars' lack of loyalty to the game. As an amateur, Ashe earned $28 a day for his ten-day stint at Forest Hills, while the beaten finalist, Pro Tom Okker, took home a check for $14,000. Says Ashe: "Only when the players take it upon themselves to assume responsibility for the circuit and the health the game as a whole will we have coherence. Right now we've got some greedy players at the top who do whatever they please, entering tournaments late...
Summing up the meet, Andrea Pollack, East Germany's former world record holder in the butterfly, said: "They trained hard. We trained hard. But they were just better." Indeed, Pollack herself was beaten by another Nashville phenom, 18-year-old Joan Pennington. Next big test: the 1980 Olympics in Moscow, where the outcome may be far different from what it was in Montreal. The American water sprites have come back...
...last Panther movie, The Pink Panther Strikes Again (which I, on the other hand, detested), Edwards beat to death everything he had nearly beaten to death the year before in Return of the Pink Panther (which I, on the other hand, loved), all of which had been virtually beaten to death already...
Then, 50 yds. out, the drama ended as quickly as it had begun. With a magnificent snap of his head, the fish flung the 3-in. hook out of his mouth. And then, with an ecstatic dive, he plummeted free into the deep. We were beaten, but there were no regrets on board. The one that got away had put up a furious fight. The memory would last. There would be other nights to float on the black and silent sea and wait for the electrifying moment when a broadbill would nose up from the depths, ready to duel with...