Word: chests
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...delegates that every time the subject of money was raised, Sheik Abdullah as Salim as Sabah of oil-rich Kuwait left the horse shoe conference table for the men's room. But last week Sabah pledged $4,500,000 a year for five years to the Arab war chest, and Egypt, Algeria, Saudi Arabia, Libya, Morocco and Yemen joined in, raising the total commitments to $14 million annually for the next five years...
...held his badge in one hand, his .38-cal. revolver in the other, and advanced toward the doorway to face a Negro boy who was holding a knife. "I'm a police lieutenant," said Thomas R. Gilligan. "Come out and drop it." James Powell, 15, kept the knife chest-high, lunged at Gilligan. The policeman fired a warning shot to the left, into the building. Powell swung the knife. Gilligan blocked the blow with his right hand, but the blade scraped his arm. Powell slashed out again, and Gilligan fired at his raised hand. The bullet went through Powell...
Bauer's mashed-potato face flushed crimson. Muscles rippled malevolently in his chest. Beer from a fresh, full can splattered on the desk. "What the hell kind of question is that?" he rasped. A longer silence. Finally, Bauer smiled and hoisted the dewy can. "Naaaah," he said. "The heat don't bother them, 'cause they drink this here good beer." And with that, the manager of the Baltimore Orioles marched off, stark naked, to the shower...
...crunching into the stadium wall after a fly ball, sliding on a raw strawberry to bulldoze a double play, or just plain terrifying the opposition, Bauer was the man. His strength was the talk of the league: in a playful scuffle one day, he popped a friend on the chest-and sent him to the hospital with a broken rib. His base running was murderous: "When Hank came down that base path," shudders ex-Boston Shortstop Johnny Pesky, "the whole earth trembled." His will to win was awesome. "It's no fun playing if you don't make...
...later showed up at a cocktail buffet given by some Washington buddies who had, at $10 an hour, rented a donkey named Joey to liven things up. The President's Club, a collection of party faithful who have kicked in $1,000 or more to the campaign war chest, gave a beach clambake featuring 3,250 lobsters trucked down from Maine's Casco Bay the night before. While waiting in the food line, Maine's Senator Ed Muskie solemnly explained to Luci Baines Johnson about how to tell the difference between boy and girl lobsters...