Word: cupful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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When New Zealander Low came to London after the first World War, he found the art of newspaper cartooning still mired in Victorian politeness, with no more bite to it than a cup of cambric tea. "It was thought scandalous to hold statesmen up to ridicule," said Low, and he proceeded to do just that for the London Evening Star, scandalizing statesmen, his editor and the United Kingdom. "Ah well," he said to early protesters. "I am a nuisance dedicated to sanity...
They came from all over: a mill hand from Leningrad, a crown prince from Oslo, an oilman from Houston-some of the best small-boat sailors in the world. Two were former world champions, four were Olympic gold medalists, five had won the Scandinavian Gold Cup. For seven days, on the wind-lashed waters of Long Island Sound, they battled for the world's 5.5-meter sailing championship. And when the contest ended last week, they sadly packed their sail bags and left the championship to C. Raymond Hunt, 55, a bespectacled grandfather from Tilton, N.H., who had never...
...Cornelius ("Glit") Shields Jr., 29, seagoing son of famed U.S. Yachtsman Corny Shields: the International One-Design Class world sailing championship, on Long Island Sound. Skipper of the 12-meter Columbia in last year's America's Cup trials, Shields won the world title by scoring back-to-back victories at the start of the six-race series, building up such a lead that he could finish sixth in the last two races and still win handily...
Ralston, or Scott, could succeed McKinley as No. 1 U.S. amateur. Indeed they may have no choice. For, like the Australians before him, McKinley has been offered something like $50,000 to turn professional, and only Forest Hills, the Davis Cup, and a few more months at Texas' Trinity University stand...
...Boulevard?a de luxe garret with a skylight in the peaked ceiling, black leather chairs, white marble coffee table, and a king-sized desk awash with reports, sketches and papers. He spends most of his time there in an interminable round of conferences and phone calls, always with a cup of steaming black coffee at his elbow. The hectic pace leaves him little time for riding or for sailing, which he used to love. These days his only exercise is at 7 a.m., when he staggers out of bed for half an hour of pushups and weight lifting. Breakfast...