Word: famed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Died. Samuel Earl ("Wahoo Sam") Crawford, 88, baseball's turn-of-the-century Hall of Fame outfielder who set slugging records in the difficult days of Christy Mathewson, Rube Waddell and the dead ball; of a stroke; in Hollywood. "Now the game is all different," complained the Wahoo, Neb., whiz. "Then it was strategy and quick thinking, and if you didn't play with your noodle you didn't play at all." Through 19 years in both major leagues, Wahoo Sam hit enough balls that were lopsided, soaped, sanded and tobacco-stained to win league home...
...Ragged Dick: a poor Mexican shoeshine boy who never knew his father, who learned to play golf by hitting "horse apples" with a sawed-off broomstick in a hayfield, who labored for $30 a week as a teaching pro until-hey, presto!-he won the U.S. Open and found fame and fortune. "Well," sighs Lee Buck Trevino, 28, "I used to tell sportswriters the truth, but they would just print what they wanted to, anyway. Now if they want to say something, I just let them...
...spends all his nights and weekends playing an intricate baseball game of his own invention. Eight imaginary teams of the Universal Baseball Association battle for the pennant; individual players spring to life as three dice and a collection of elaborately detailed charts decide their fate. They reach glory, enjoy fame, grow old, lose their skills, retire to sell insurance and finally die as the dice decree. Waugh records the statistics. He is God's scorekeeper, or perhaps God himself-the name J. Henry Waugh can be read as a play on the sacred Hebrew name for the Deity: Yahweh...
...mistress of theatrical malice, whose dark hair and darker voice were just the ticket for mystery lovers on both sides of the Atlantic; of a heart attack; in London. Although a versatile Shakespearean actress, the Hong Kong-born performer found her real metier as a modern villainess, won fame (and a Tony Award) for her portrayal of the calculating wife in the 1954 Broadway run of Witness for the Prosecution...
From the start, Warhol worked to a chorus of cheers and jeers. Campbell soup-can silk screens ladeled him with fame, becoming artistic beacons gazing at life's banal objects with a wan, reportorial eye. Turning to moviemaking, he lifted the underground cinema's popularity to new heights while sinking the contents to sadistic depths. His bent is parody and plotlessness, and he has a whimsical flair. Sleep shows six hours of just that; Empire, eight hours long, stars the Empire State Building. ****-the title spoofs film ratings-originally lasted all day and night...