Word: grimness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...blew a big lead in the next day's 18-hole playoff, Player had not slept a wink. "I kept remembering that Masters playoff, and I began to worry," he said. "I don't want to be known as a choker." For 18 holes, he played a grim, conservative game, got only two birdies, only two bogeys, for a par 70. Par was just good enough to finish one stroke ahead of Bob Goalby, runner-up in the 1961 U.S. Open, two ahead of burly Jack Nicklaus...
...grandfather, Jimmy Webb, used to grouch about being old with nothing to do," he says. "My old man used to say it was only the railroad companies that did anything for the guys it retired. Well, it's pretty grim, being old with nothing to do." Webb assigned one of his lieutenants to see what could be done...
...grim, drawn President Prado sat surrounded by his ministers and friends. A door banged open, and in clumped eight tommy-gun-toting men of Peru's elite, U.S.-trained Ranger battalion. "Señor Presidente," announced the colonel at their head, "I have been sent to take you prisoner." Replied Prado: "So be it. I leave under force from a sector of the armed forces." Standing near by, Pedro Beltrán, until recently Prado's Prime Minister and a man who had done much to foster democracy and development in Peru, could not hide his emotion. "Well...
...readers of the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner, the week was both grim and racy. It was a week of murder, suicide, kidnaping, drowning, robbery, accident, divorce-an ordinary week. The Herald-Examiner's 40 reporters had once again discovered man's plight and told of it with inky excitement and a taste of gore. Then, in the din and jangle of their city room, they had submitted their findings to City Editor Agness ("Aggie") Underwood, who at 59 ranks unrivaled as the Ma Parker of American journalism...
Lonely Are the Brave. Grim, stinking trailer trucks, the mechanistic behemoths of progress, thunder blindly along the highway. Near the white line dividing traffic, a high-strung horse skitters, rears and neighs in the kind of wild-eyed terror and anguish that Picasso gives to the horse in Guernica. The symbolic question is clear: Is the untamed free spirit an outlaw that must learn to toe the white lines of the modern world or perish...