Word: grasses
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Married. Mrs. John J. Raskob, 67, widow of the Manhattan financier and onetime (1928-32) chairman of the Democratic National Committee; and John P. Corcoran, fiftyish, grass-seed executive, who formerly managed Raskob's Maryland farm; she for the second time, he for the first; in Tucson, Ariz...
From the moment she landed at London's airport late last May, Maureen had settled down to work with an awesome determination. Smashing her way to victory, she swept unchecked through the Grass Courts Singles titles at Surbiton and Manchester. It was big news whenever she dropped a set. Playing the all-out attacking game-volleys, overheads, attack with the serve-that Coach Tennant had drilled her on all winter, she moved into the early rounds at Wimbledon with machine-like precision...
...money was just a means to political ends. But Grundy & friends were primarily businessmen, interested in politics as an aid to business. To this day the Grundy "machine" is not a normal political organization with normal responses. It is the super-lobby of a pressure group. It reaches the grass-roots voters only through alliances with certain county leaders. Joe Grundy believes and says that Bob Taft is the greatest American since William McKinley-and Grundy is so out of touch with voters that he does not understand why this compliment to Taft incites laughter...
...horse sense comes out, literally, in his answer to a woman who wrote in recently about chlorophyll pills as deodorants. "You should have been with me in my schooldays," he replied, "when I took my horse, Pilot, in from the field where he had been cropping chlorophyll-laden grass and drove him on a hot day until he reeked with sweat. He stank." To a reader who asked whether she should buy a mattress board to make her bed harder, Dr. Chase wrote: "Personally, I have always liked a sloppy, soft...
Hogan, always a fast finisher, was in his favorite role as a pursuer. Boros teed off first for the final round, played with a cool nonchalance that amazed the gallery. Chomping blades of grass, swigging Cokes, making shots with a cigarette dangling from his lips, the former Connecticut amateur constantly extricated himself from trouble. Gasped one sweating spectator: "He looks cooler than the gallery...