Word: cupful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Will Fight." Whether or not his mood was affected by the military success, Premier Nguyen Cao Ky seemed to be in a freer and firmer state of mind about the political picture. Clad in a canary-yellow flight suit and sipping Jim Beam bourbon from a paper cup, he held an impromptu press conference at the Mekong Delta town of Can Tho. Ky said it would be at least a year before the new civilian government demanded by the Buddhists could be legally elected-and added that he expected to remain in power for that period. "Elections for a constituent...
...feeling lousy," grumbled Coach Hector ("Toe") Blake, as his Montreal Canadiens were preparing for a Stanley Cup playoff game against the Detroit Red Wings. "I get these chest pains right here," he said, stabbing his chest with a finger. "But I've been to a doctor, and he says it's not physical. So I guess it must be mental...
Fair guess-considering that Blake's favored Canadiens trailed the ragtag Red Wings 2-0 after the first two games of the best-of-seven playoffs. The Canadiens were the defending Stanley Cup champions. They had won the regular-season National Hockey League championship (Detroit finished fourth), and they had wiped up the ice with the Toronto Maple Leafs 4-0 in the playoff semifinals. By comparison, the main thing the Red Wings had going for them was Gordie Howe, the alltime scoring champion (with 624 goals) of the N.H.L. But Gordie was 37 and slowing down; eleven other...
...makes hockey wildly exciting, the loose puck bounced off Henri Richard's shoulder, hit the ice and trickled into the nets. The Red Wings bitterly protested that Richard had illegally slapped the puck -to no avail. By a score of 3-2, the Canadiens had won the Stanley Cup for the 13th time and the second year in a row. His chest pains long forgotten, Coach Blake surveyed the huge silver trophy. "Take it to the train," he ordered, "and fill it with champagne...
Flann O'Brien, the man with three names, might have enjoyed a last posthumous joke in the last paragraph of his brilliant book. He cites a German who was hung up on the number three: "He went home one evening and drank three cups of tea with three lumps of sugar in each cup, cut his jugular vein with a razor three times and scrawled with a dying hand on a picture of his wife goodbye, goodbye, good-bye." Even the Irish don't joke about the Trinity except in dead unearnest...