Word: glasse
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...been called "the Ty Cobb of squash." "Vic would chew glass to win," says his former Harvard coach, John Barnaby. Niederhoffer has been accused, on occasion, of being a "court hog," deliberately getting in his opponents' way-a capital crime in squash. ("There are two ways of dealing with a court hog," explains a player. "First you talk to him. Then you let him have it right in the butt.") He is also a bit too temperamental for traditionalists' tastes-protesting volubly whenever he thinks an opponent has blocked his way, flinging his arms toward heaven when...
...though an invalid, he still drew in masterly style using a 10-ft. bamboo pole with a crayon on its tip. With this and a pair of scissors, he created his last great masterpiece, the Chapel of the Rosary at Vence. With cut-out colored paper he designed stained glass, tile stations of the Cross, even abstract chasubles. In carving his colors with his hands in forms that startlingly foretold hard-edge abstraction, Matisse conquered the spectrum with his arabesque line. It was more than a homage to God. The chapel fulfilled in lines of color the lines of poetry...
...hedge clipper, toured with an entourage in a private Pullman car. Yet he was so insecure about his playing that he practiced 17 hours a day and often had to be shoved onto the stage. De Pachmann was dubbed "the Chopinzee." He used to dip each pinkie in a glass of brandy before a recital and frequently interrupted himself mid-performance to tell the audience how well he was doing...
...party held in his honor. He knew only a few of the forty or so in attendance, but seemed to have friends in common with most everyone. It would have been no easy trick picking the former Irish diplomat out from among the Cambridge crowd. He held his glass as deftly as anyone. He did speak with a slight accent, but it could almost as well have been English as Irish...
...describes how often he came within an eyelash of choosing violence and raw, corrosive hatred as his weapons in the struggle for dignity. After a fight with three white toughs in St. Paul, Minn.-a battle that left him with a dozen scars from getting pitched through a plate-glass storefront-he reflected how the white man's brutality "was nudging me into a hatred of him." After his first walk through Harlem's streets, he was convinced that "Mister Ofay"-the white foe-"was the enemy now, the lord of this filthy ghetto." White people, he said...