Word: guys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...young white trombone player from Texas named Jack Teagarden waited at the gangway to say hello, asked to shake hands with Louis. Teagarden, soon to become a great name in jazz himself, remembers his first look at Louis: "[He] wasn't much to look at. Just a little guy with a big mouth. But, man, how he could blow that horn!" Louis soon found that his horn had been heard all the way to Chicago: Joe Oliver sent for him and in 1922 Louis went north-in a land just getting used to flappers, bathtub gin, F. Scott Fitzgerald...
...when peace came. It seemed to be a losing battle from the start. With 16 of its 19 plants shut down, Curtiss-Wright began losing out on orders from the Air Force. It also got little business from civilian customers. It still had $100 million in cash, but President Guy W. Vaughan was saving it for a rainy...
Something Blue. Ever since he ran the mile for Milwaukee's Pulaski High, Don Gehrmann had preferred to hang back with the pack, then knock off the leader with a terrific sprint in the stretch. But this year Guy Sundt, Wisconsin's track coach, had taught him to run a different kind of race. With supreme confidence, Gehrmann was planning to ignore Slykhuis and Bengtsson. He would run against the clock, not the competition: a fast 58-second first quarter, a 2-minute half, a 3:04 three quarters, and a record-breaking 4:05 finish. The race...
...earned it with his spectacular triple performance-as the American League's best shortstop, its best hitter (.355) after Boston's Ted Williams, and manager of the league and world's champions. President Veeck threw in a handsome admission: "Sure, I tried to trade the guy off [in 1947]. But the fans wouldn't stand for it . . . So Boudreau made up his mind then to prove I was a jerk. That's just what...
Angles & Stuff. If few Washington correspondents cared much for Arthur Henning's copy, most of them were fond of him personally. A gentle, friendly little man with iron-grey hair and a big, upturned grin, he is, in the words of a veteran colleague, "the nicest, mildest-mannered guy you'd ever want to meet. Then you read that stuff he writes and it's startling...