Word: gores
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...least four years, Tennessee's able Representative Albert Gore has had his eye on the seat of the oldest U.S. Senator (in years of service), doddering, dozing Kenneth D. McKellar. From 1950 on, Gore carefully laid the groundwork by commuting to Tennessee almost every week for "nonpolitical" speeches. After McKellar had announced he would seek a seventh term in the Senate (which no man has ever had), Gore made his own pointed announcement: "I raise but one principal issue: Who is best fitted to serve the state and nation in the U.S. Senate for the next six years...
...Hoop-dee-Doo." After his announcement last February, the black-haired young (44) seventh-term Congressman began stumping the state on an eight-speech-a-day schedule. His "principal issue" was dramatized in a song to the tune of Hoop-dee-doo, which proclaimed: "Go with Gore-Albert Gore. He's wise and able and he's just forty-four . . ." Tennessee politicians and pundits began to say he would beat McKellar...
...Little Rheumatism." McKellar picked up Gore's issue: "I have a little rheumatism in my left leg. The truth is-and I frankly admit I'm 83 years old-the truth is that I have done more work in the last six months than in any six months of my life." Then he boasted of his accomplishments at the pork barrel, dwelling on the federal money and projects he has obtained for Tennessee (e.g., TVA, Oak Ridge, Great Smoky Mountains Park). He promised more: "I would like to stay in the Senate long enough to have a four...
...freshman baseball team to a successful nine win and five loss season. The Booth-Dutchin battery helped trip the confident Elis, 5 to 4. The tennis squad led the field--going in the Yale game undefeated. Freshman lacrosse and track had mediocre seasons--both being swamped by Yale. Gore Hall was overall interdormitory sport champion...
...situation. Four hundred desperate Spaniards, crammed captive in the hold, had rushed in dead of night upon their guards, seized bayonets, and sliced their way through British flesh to mastery of the H.M.S. Renown. The dawn lit a scarlet scene: human rubble on the decks, the scuppers running with gore, the Spaniards in command. Brave Lieut. Bush, bleeding from nine wounds, lay hidden after the melee behind a cannon's hulk. "What would England say?" he asked himself bitterly. "What would the navy say?" Ah God, if only Hornblower had been there...