Word: grand
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Beyond the first line, there is only one reserve at this time. Junior Gordy Grand, who was a midfielder previously, now stands alone, but he will have some assistance after the trip when Charlie Ames returns. Neither Mike Finkowski nor Jim Kilbreth is playing this year, and their absence is a major reason for the lack of depth. "Despite this shortage, the attack looks stronger than it did a year ago," Munro said...
...dumb foot drag-gers-you in Detroit-what took you so long to know imports were going to hit a million?" Now the market is damn well defined, and you know what the market says: "Give me a hell of a good buy for two grand, will...
...hustling businessmen who have created a whole new industry out of representing professional athletes. Like the other agents, Barnes flew to Honolulu for the Hula Bowl to bargain for some of those "six-figure packages" performing on the field. He ended up with the grand prize: Heisman Trophy Winner O.J. Simpson. "Chuck," said O.J. to his new agent after the game, "I thought you were going to put on a uniform and go out there and play flanker so you could talk to me in the huddle...
...return to Vienna. There, memories of his youth and early manhood torment him, providing the narrative structure for the book. A more predictable story might have emphasized the Nazis' victimization of the Jews. Instead, Wiseman focuses on Kazakh's metaphysical obsession with Wirthof, an SS officer with grand passions and grandiose ideas. Though the two are totally disparate in personality and background, Kazakh feels that his own identity has somehow been submerged in Wirthof s (to an extent reversing the situation in Remain Gary's 1968 comic novel, The Dance of Genghis Cohri). Says Kazakh: "Wirthof still...
...scenes of James L. Dickson's Monmouth went their way, this reviewer was, at length, able to articulate the queasy sensation which had been plaguing him for the bulk of the evening. It was all like being locked into the fifth reprise of an ineluctably boring family argument: the grand issues reduced, more or less, to formalistic gabble, the verbal talent still in play diverted to scoring of debater's points, and the participants--persons deserving at least of interest, if not of affection--making themselves generally intolerable. I was, of course, merely imprisoned in that bituminous vacancy which...