Word: beatness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...danced, and lit up a chain of firecrackers in the traditional Chinese celebration of good luck. At Bill Quinn's headquarters on Kapiolani Boulevard, campaign workers broke out the soda pop and Primo beer, as a four-piece, aloha-shirted band hammered out Latin tunes with a fierce beat. With each bulletin feeding new totals into Quinn's narrow plurality, came still more excitement. A stocky Portuguese-Hawaiian booster gaily swung the crowd into a chorus of When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, and the band broke out into Roll Out the Barrel. And then it was official: Quinn...
...museums and carnivals that flourished in the late 19th century. He was a flop, and he had to break out of that situation, too. He concentrated on the art of escape itself. Handcuffs, prison cells, the wet-sheet packs of insane asylums, coffins, giant milk cans bolted shut-he beat them all. Said his mother: "From this you should make a living...
...Take two shots," was the standard order to London Sunday Dispatch photographers, "one for England, the other for Ireland." In a sizzling heat wave, the photographers were out on the bathing-suit beat, and while the average British daily carried enough cheesecake for a Berlin banquet, editions exported to Ireland featured proper young women in street clothes. There was no alternative: Roman Catholic Ireland's law and custom have long forced Irish newspapers to adopt one of the most rigorous self-censorships of any free press in the world...
...junior at Tokyo's Waseda University, Yamanaka still has worlds to conquer before settling down to a career as a teacher. Australia's great Murray Rose, 20, swam as a guest in the Japanese meets, beat Yamanaka three times and lost to him twice. And, at 17, Konrads still holds the bulk of the freestyle records, talks confidently of regaining the one that Yamanaka won away: "Next year I think I'll crack two minutes for the 200 meters, and I'll be aiming at 4:12 for the 400 meters." But the sudden emergence...
...fatal mugging of a key suspect, pursuit by a killer through a raging summer storm. Deserving of Favorite Sleuth status: Detective Nathan Shapiro of Homicide. Manhattan West, a shambling, sad-eyed man who suspects that he is not really up to his job and ought to be pounding a beat in Brooklyn. Shapiro asks what seem to be all the wrong questions-but he ends up with all the right answers...