Word: giant
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...rest of his days, Norwegians heaped contempt on the old recluse they had once revered as "the giant of the North." Thousands of copies of his famed novels were mailed back to him or dumped on the doorstep of his south coast farmstead. Before he died in 1952, a Norwegian court blocked all the old man's bank accounts, imposed a fine of 425,000 kroner ($86,000), which was later reduced to 325,000 kroner...
...started to play the dime museums and carnivals that flourished in the late 19th century. He was a flop, and he had to break out of that situation, too. He concentrated on the art of escape itself. Handcuffs, prison cells, the wet-sheet packs of insane asylums, coffins, giant milk cans bolted shut-he beat them all. Said his mother: "From this you should make a living...
...Giant strength is the team's balance. It leads the league in no major category, but has good first-line pitching (Johnny Antonelli. 14-5; Sam Jones, 14-10), streak-hitting Centerfielder Willie ("Say Hey") Mays (.301), who can still ignite eight ordinary men with his extraordinary play, and First Baseman Orlando Cepeda (.321), who can slug the ball out of sight (19 home runs). Shortstop Ed Bressoud plugs a leaky infield, and stubby Catcher Hobie Landrith gives the Giants a holler guy who seems to carry a mitt on one hand and a gavel in the other...
...Brave Bulls. No Los Angeles clergyman has yet offered prayers in the streets for the team, as once happened in Brooklyn. Nor has any Dodger fan shot a buddy who had the temerity to knock the Bums, as also happened in Brooklyn. But things are heating up fast enough. Giant Manager Bill Rigney makes no bones about who is going to win: "My young bulls have the taste of first place, and they like it. We're going to win the pennant." The Dodger fans' answer: a rootin'-tootin' cavalry blast on dozens of trumpets carried...
...epitome of a certain breed of winning football coach, a giant tending to paunch since his playing days, a man with a muscular glad-hand and sharp tongue, a celebrity of sorts who had had so much acclaim that he floated on an air of supreme self-confidence, certain that things would be fine-so long as he won. Once, when the student paper at his alma mater, North Carolina, took him to task for "playing to win and win alone," Big Jim Tatum replied: "Winning isn't the most important thing-it's the only thing...