Word: fog
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Many competent authorities believe that the Navy's great carriers are too vulnerable to venture in wartime near an enemy-held coast. Then the jet sea bombers, say their admirers, would come into their own. In fog-dimmed inlets dr palm-fringed lagoons, they could rendezvous with the submarines-and take off with their loads of H-bombs before the enemy realized that they were around...
...Taking his time at the start. King Ranch's hefty brown colt High Gun splashed from behind in mud and fog to win the Sysonby Handicap, so-called "Race of Champions," at Belmont Park. Second by a mud-splattered head: Main Chance Farm's Jet Action. Third: Belair Stud's three-year-old champion, Nashua, running for the first time against older horses. At Atlantic City, Irish-bred Blue Choir, a four-year-old colt, ridden by leading U.S. Jockey Willie Hartack. won the third running of the $104,600 United Nations Handicap. Second: Fox-Catcher Farms...
...Carboy's daughter works her way through a series of polite flirtations (not a bedroom scene in 930 pages) from baronet's wife to duchess, while Grace's son parlays a naval career into a knighthood. After much 19th century history drifts by like a Bristol fog, Carboy's great-grandson and Grace's great-grand-bastard reconstitute the old partnership. In the end, of course, it is Nell, the groom's daughter, who wins. She dies after giving every tuppence to the poor...
Footsteps in the Fog (Columbia) whips up the classic recipe for a melodramatic potboiler: mix two engaging scoundrels (Stewart Granger and Jean Simmons) with a brace of murders, add a pinch of blackmail, a generous helping of blue London fog, some bilious green Edwardian interiors, the clop-clop of hansom cabs, and allow to simmer for 90 minutes over a gaslight flame...
...runs got tougher, they began to take their toll. When one of his volunteers showed signs of shock after a 35-g deceleration, Stapp lost no time repeating the run himself. His vision blurred to a smoky green fog, and he wound up with a body full of bruises where he had slammed against his harness. His right hand slipped from its grip on the seat's arm rest and his wrist broke as it hit against the hand grip. But he had discovered what he set out to find: the previous rider had failed to keep his head...