Word: gun
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...gun, Britain's pace-setting Mike Blagrove led the field into the first lap on the dead sprint. In third place was Ibbotson, his chest stuck out like a bantam cock's, his legs and arms weaving perfect circles, running like a mechanical toy. The time for the first quarter-mile: 0:55.3, just 9.5 sec. slower than the world record. "When I heard that time," said Ibbotson later, "I felt sick." At the half-mile mark. the time was a phenomenal 1:55.8. Then Blagrove faded. When the bell clanged at the start of the final quarter...
...round. Ohioan Finsterwald. playing a cool game in 93° heat, won-by two holes over California's Don Whitt, 26, despite a tremendous rally by Whitt that included a startling hole-in-one on the 145-yd. 13th. Hebert, meanwhile, was hitting his approach shots with machine-gun precision, putting straight enough on Dayton's tricky greens to knock off Michigan's Walter Burkemo, 38, one of the game's canniest match players...
...looked like banks of file cabinets with the drawers open"); a proletarian scowler ("No thanks, I don't usually bathe until Saturday night"); a divorcee with an "I'm-a-dangerous-woman voice cribbed from old Libby Holman records"; a bristling general "who had never heard a gun fired in earnest since the Boxer Rebellion"; and a "king-sized Shirley Temple...
Napoleon's occupation forces. The cannon, a beautiful three-ton jewel of muzzle-loading artillery, falls into the hands of an illiterate guerrilla chieftain (Frank Sinatra) after being abandoned by Spain's routed army regulars. Sharing his ordeal of moving the gun overland, through French-commanded passes and along sen-tried back roads, is a weird ally, a spick-and-span British navy gunnery expert (Gary Grant), who, believing that war is a gentleman's affair, is appalled by the barbaric tactics of Sinatra's uncouth band. Italy's Sophia Loren, as a busty errand...
Sinatra-despite spitcurl bangs and a put-on accent-expectably works hardest, acts best. Captain Grant suavely keeps trying not to remind himself of Horatio Hornblower. So they finally get the gun to the long shadow of Avila's wall, blast their opening at 1.600 yards, and sliding in on their own blood, overwhelm the hated occupiers. Thus Producer Kramer conquers Napoleon's forces. But somehow the whir of the cameras often seems as loud as the thunderous cannonades. It evidently takes more than dedication, cooperative multitudes and $4,000,000 to shoot history in the face...