Word: grimness
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
When the greens are soggy with rain, when the sun bakes fairways hard as concrete, when stampeding galleries block the path to the pin, when the cash is on the barrelhead, then the grim men who play big-time golf for a living are apt to mutter: "It's a Palmer day." So Much Green. This year, any day is Arnie Palmer's day. Not since Bobby Jones won the U.S. and British amateurs, the U.S. and British opens in his "Grand Slam" year of 1930 has one player so dominated the game of golf. With 14 tournaments...
...only new finding: a grim postscript from the Swedish Royal Medical Board. Contrary to earlier belief, the Secretary-General did not die instantly when he was thrown clear of the burning plane, but lay struggling for air in the bush until he suffocated because of injuries to his lungs, chest and spine...
...pulled up lame the day before-and the smart money figured Ridan at 2 to 1. Breaking perfectly, the horses pounded around the fading arc of the clubhouse turn, fought for position on the rail. As they swept into the back stretch, Hartack might have permitted himself a grim smile. Up ahead, Ridan refused to obey the commands of Jockey Manuel Ycaza and spurted into a three-length lead. Ycaza stood bolt upright in the stirrups, desperately trying to hold the stubborn colt back. It was a losing fight...
...grim, grimy, post-bellum steel town, Birmingham remains a backwoods with industrial chimneys. Its best-known citizen is Public Safety Commissioner Eugene ("Bull") Connor, a rambunctious segregationist. Rather than allow integration, Birmingham has shut down the entire city park system, sacrificed the city's baseball team, the annual Metropolitan Opera visit and Broadway shows-leaving Birmingham citizens with much time on their hands to ponder the price of intransigence...
...Twenty-One Stories is also a tribute to publishing ingenuity. The present bouquet of Greenery has been compiled simply by taking a 1949 collection called Nineteen Stones, throwing out one, and adding three. The old stories are still able to trouble the sleep. The three new ones are predictably grim, and well up to the author's average-one good, one excellent, one paltry. The collection as a whole is a reminder that Greene is one of those rare contemporary authors not ashamed to clank a chain, or a plot. Two of the best-both...