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...Coach Frankie Albert, whose San Francisco Forty Niners finished with an unimpressive 6-6 record, quit with a bellow of rage. Said Albert: "My wife ran out of grocery stores where she could shop without being insulted. My daughter Nancy [15] quit going to games this year. Janie [12] checked out a month ago. I know what my problems are, and I expect to worry about them. But when my six-year-old daughter [Terry] starts to worry about them, that's too much...
...when she trudged determinedly in George II's Coronation procession and "seized a drum from a drummer and blithely sat down on it [to rest]." Once, when the doctor whispered to an assistant, "She must be blistered or she will die," he heard the 80-year-old matriarch bellow back: "I won't be blistered...
...blue-jacketed racing official waved the intruding cruiser off the course, no skipper turned to bellow. Everyone knew that Foto was commanded by Morris ("Rosy") Rosenfeld of City Island, N.Y., the world's No. 1 marine photographer.* After more than 60 years of shooting boats, Rosy knew just how close to get to the race without bothering the skippers. He alone had full freedom of the course, while his landlubber rivals in other boats scrambled for inferior sites...
...Atlas attempt last month had ended in an ignominious mid-air explosion two minutes after launch. No such trouble dogged last week's test. With the loudest bull bellow the cape has heard yet, the Atlas rose from its pad on 360,000 Ibs. of thrust (150,000 each from the two out board booster engines, 60,000 from the central sustainer). Hitting mach 10 just 132 seconds up, the boosters abruptly shut off and dropped away with their skirts. The central sustaining engine roared another 120 seconds or so, shoved the missile to its apogee 400 miles...
...creator and prototype, Novelist Willard Motley, regrettably has. In his first, bestselling novel, Knock On Any Door (1947), Motley set out to demonstrate that the path from tenement to electric chair is paved with society's inattentions. The logic was sometimes shaky, but Motley's hoarse bellow of rage was convincing enough to make the indictment stick. In the current novel, his third, Motley stacks his evidence even higher, but he protests too much, and the bellow of rage has cracked to a querulous whimper...