Word: clinte
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...only a training-camp game, but the big, rawboned rookie was understandably nervous. By acclamation, U.S. sport writers had made Clint Hartung the prize rookie of the year. Before his turn at bat last week in Phoenix, Ariz., he squatted down, twice picked up a handful of dirt to dry his sweating palms. Then Clint Hartung stepped to the plate for his first game in a New York Giant uniform...
Rookie Hartung's home run the first time up did nothing to stop the fast-growing Hartung legend. About all anybody really knew about Clint Hartung was that he is an overgrown, 24-year-old farm boy from Hondo, Texas. On an Army Air Forces team last year, he had pitched and won 25 games, lost none, and had batted .567. In the story-slim days of spring training, that was enough for baseball writers. They seldom wrote a story of which Hartung was not the hero. One newsman broke down and confessed: "Hartung is human. He is, after...
...advise you that the vehicle in your cable-car drawing is no cable car. It is supposed to, be the old trolley which ran on Fillmore Street and for a brief, hilly stretch was hauled up the grade by the weight of [another] trolley going down. . . CLINT MOSHER San Francisco...
...beat the bushes for meat," cried Clint Anderson. "The time has passed when we can fool around with the OPA and price controls. Once the meat pipelines are filled, I can then declare that meat is no longer in short supply and we can have the controls taken off and meat will continue to flow into the channels of trade. That's the quick and reasonable way to end the meat crisis, and I'm confident that that's what will happen...
...Clint Anderson did not know how to dispose of all the surplus potatoes. The U.S. housewife does not want them, dehydrators can't use them, foreign countries won't eat them (they want grain),* and distillers are ordering less & less of them. "We'll give potatoes to anybody who will pay the freight" cried Anderson, "[but] not one bushel has been ordered...