Word: finished
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sides of the hole together. Then he took the clamp off the aorta and let blood from the artificial heart flow back into nature's heart. The potassium citrate soon washed out and-with no artificial prodding-the heart resumed its normal rhythm even before Effler could finish closing the ventricle wall. Last week, nine weeks after the operation, the youngster was home and hopping...
There was hope in Boston. Not for eleven years had an American won the annual Patriots' Day Marathon, a grind of 26 miles and 385 yards winding from suburban Hopkinton to the finish line at Exeter Street in downtown Boston. This year, after a decade of watching Japanese, Koreans and Finnish runners wallop America's best, loyal Bostonians saw a chance for victory. There were no entrants from Japan or Korea, and the Finns were represented by a pair of solemn runners who ranked no better than fifth and sixth in their own marathon-happy country...
...clear and cool as 164 runners set out on the road to Boston, a welcome tailwind at their backs. By the time they reached the first checkpoint in Framingham, four men chugged together in the van: Kelley, Costes and the two Finns. By Auburndale, 10 miles from the finish, the race was already narrowed down to easy-striding Kelley the younger and the chop-gaited Viskari, with Kelley slightly ahead...
...yard lead. Kelley put on a burst of his own, picked up 25 yards. But Viskari was still running steadily. Desperately, Kelley tried to catch up, but with no success, and as they sprinted down Commonwealth Ave., Viskari pulled away, turned into Exeter St. and loped to the finish line two blocks away. Mayor John B. Hynes clapped the laurel wreath on his head and adoring Finnish-Americans enshrouded him in a blanket. Unsure of Viskari's English, an admirer shouted: "Record! Record! Understand?" Viskari grinned as well as he could. His time...
...that of youth: dreams and aspirations kicked helter-skelter, as real life (a job, the rent, bills, relatives) runs roughshod over them. Chick and his best friend Nickie Sherman see themselves as continental wits, though fate has set them down in the town of Decency, Conn. But when they finish the play they are writing, they intend to take care of that. Wise Acres is the name of the play, and into it they have tooled such precious dialogue as: "There's Ronnie Ten Eyck. He's living with his mother." "Oh, really? I thought that...