Word: chests
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Philippine Republic, where political power and economic power are closely intertwined, few have ever played the double game so well as the brothers Lopez -Eugenio, 61, and Fernando, 58. The older and dominant brother, wizened, unsociable Eugenio. presides over "the Molasses Fund." the war chest out of which the Philippines' potent handful of big sugar planters underwrite the politicians of their choice. Personable Brother Fernando, the team's working politician, served as Vice President in the sleazy administration of President Elpidio Quirino (1948-53), and is currently president protem-pore of the Philippine Senate...
...revolt. Elected Syria's President in December, he was then deposed and jailed by the army officers in March (Coup No. 7) for chasing one of the demons, feudalism, with insufficient vigor. Recalled by the bickering officers two weeks later, Koudsi asked Dr. Bashir El-Azmeh, a Damascus chest surgeon, to form the government that has managed to pick a safe course ever since...
Dodger Catcher Roy Campanella was driving at only 30 m.p.h. one winter evening in 1958, when his car skidded into a utility pole. Despite the moderate speed, Campy broke his bull neck in the crackup; he was paralyzed for life, from the chest down. Just one year later, Campy was driven into another accident. This time the car was going 40; the driver and two other passengers wound up in a hospital. But Campy was unhurt. Having learned the hard way that most traffic accidents happen at low speeds and close to home, the ex-ballplayer was wearing a seat...
...frightening grimace. He swings a vicious right to Polino's jaw. The muscular assistant trainer staggers, spits out a mouthful of teeth, backs off and grabs a golf club to defend himself. Liston draws a gun. Bang! Bang! A red stain spreads slowly where Polino clutches his chest. Sportswriters flee in panic; one newsman from Baltimore cowers behind the fireplace. The TV producer faints dead away...
...danced a little jig to loosen his leg muscles. He lifted his left hand in a crisp salute-a signal that he was ready. Suddenly he was galloping violently toward the pit. His left foot slammed into the ground and his body hurtled upward-left arm tucked against his chest, right leg thrust high. He barely grazed the crossbar; then he was clear and falling, the bar quivering behind him. The jump measured 7 ft. 5 in., a new world's record. And as Brumel bounced joyfully from the sawdust pit, 81,000 people, on hand for last week...