Word: dogged
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...shows that the human ear, when working with the proper mixed frequencies, can determine the composition of an unseen object. This could correct a major failing in present sonar systems in which whales are sometimes mistaken for ene my submarines. It may also put the Seeing-Eye dog out of business. Lockheed scientists hope to reduce the sound generator to the size of a flashlight; then the blind may learn to "see" with their skilled ears...
Hunters like to tell about the bird dog that once pointed a pike in a pool. When the pike was caught and opened, it contained a partridge. A fish story? Probably. But last week, as 10 million hunters expectantly tramped out across the golden fields for the start of the upland bird season, the lucky man was the one with a dog-a good, solid, well-trained pooch to find the bird, wait patiently until the master is ready, then retrieve in tail-wagging triumph...
...ahead, never flying, never presenting a shot. And when a bird is killed, the hunter may never find it among the tangles and hedgerows. In South Dakota last week, longtime Pro Quarterback Bobby Layne and seven friends managed to hit 31 in an afternoon without the aid of a dog-but failed to retrieve twelve in the thick underbrush...
Collies & Champions. There are 500,000 pedigreed bird dogs in the U.S.-silken-haired Irish, English and Gordon setters, springer spaniels (named for their ability to "spring" pheasants from thick brush), high-strung German Weimaraners and Dutch Griffons. Some hunters swear by collies and cockers, and it is not uncommon to find a German shepherd or even a great Dane ranging through the cornfields. But for speed, range, endurance and nose, no dog matches the pointer. A good pointer can scent a bird 100 yds. away. He will hold a quivering point for half an hour or more, and once...
...ferocity of Tom Jones is essentially an excess of animal spirits, of roaring ungovernable physical vitality. Vitality is what Tom Jones is really all about: the terrible vitality of Fielding's England, the primitive illimitable will to live the whole of life. You are a pack of dirty dogs. Fielding told his fellow men, but then every dog will have his day. The great novelist saw all the slavering horror of life and he laughed in its face. Live, he demanded mightily, live it all! And in its final frame the film demands the same. "Tomorrow," it cries...