Word: fitness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...doubtful participant in the Yale contest. The trainers at Dillon worked overtime to enable him to play, but he appeared in New Haven on crutches the day before the game. The crutches were a clever device of Coach Dick Harlow to fool Yale, however, for MacKinney was physically fit and instrumental in the 28-0 rout of the Elis...
...twisting the co-existence idea to fit their harsh policy for handling Russia, Knowland and his crew have slipped into logical difficulty. The California Senator argues that co-existence is only a "Trojan Horse" which the Soviets will use as a stall until they can achieve an atomic stalemate "sometime between 1957 and '60." After that Russia "will seek to take over the peripheral nations bite by bite." The major error in his reasoning is the idea that a weapons stalemate will not occur for a number of years. Not only is it impossible to make an accurate count...
...girl from the back, a professional with the company, told him she wanted to change her dress. "Don't change now," he pleaded hoarsely. "Lee would positively have a fit." After motioning a tall boy into place as head of a column of soldiers, he surveyed the group for a second. "Nonononono," he said, "Don Jose is short and fat. We can't have the soldiers taller than he. Change your positions...
When he is compared to McCormack the singing priest says modestly: "I'm no fit to lace John's boots." When he held a scholarship at London's Royal Academy of Music, young MacEwan auditioned for the great McCormack. Father MacEwan doesn't remember what he sang, but he says with quiet pride: "He thought I was 'guid.' I want to steer clear of any comparison with him. But he thought I was 'guid.' " So did London society, but in the midst of acclaim, Singer MacEwan felt call to the priesthood...
...next picture for Paramount Studios, which is a thriller-diller, but I've lost my notes and I can't remember much else about it. Then Debbie walked over near us with a bunch of Puddies in tow, and I noticed her nicely tailored grey flannel dress, which fit like a soaking-wet nightgown. The lady from RKO lent me her hanky so I could wipe my chin and introduced me. Ripping out my pen, I made the accompanying sketch as she turned to another interlocuter and then asked her if I could have a few minutes alone with...