Word: hamming
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...hour week, yet lecturing them: "I'll go forward on a 40-hour week without reduction in pay only on condition that every man puts in a full hour's work every hour." In T.U.C. general council meetings he hacks through prejudice and opposition in true ham-handed Bevin fashion: rival leaders complain that he starts off practically every argument with the words, "My union will . . ." Along with belligerence he has shown a notable power to sway labor audiences-sometimes by what the London Sunday Times worriedly calls "feline capacity for destructive argument." When Cousins scornfully rejected Harold...
...nominate some players to tour Southeast Asia; they wanted her to go. Althea hesitated ("I had to get on my knees to persuade her," says a friend), finally accepted. The troupe included Karol Fageros, a bouncing blonde as famous for her frilly panties as her fancy tennis, Rhodes Scholar Ham Richardson and California's Bob Perry. India, Pakistan, Thailand, Burma -everywhere the tennists made friends for the U.S., and everywhere Althea was the acknowledged champion. Once or twice when reporters raised a question about race problems, she handled herself deftly. "Sure we have a problem in the States...
True to the Front Page stereotype, Jimmy Richardson's salty hide has never wholly concealed the sugar-cured ham inside. Says one old Examiner hand: "He's half oaf, half elf." One of the greatest thrills in his life was when Author (and longtime friend) Harlan Ware wrote a movie about four-times-married Richardson (Come, Fill the Cup), dedicated it to the "Last of the Terrible Men." And after swearing off liquor himself (he has not had a drink in 20 years), City Editor Richardson helped many another capable newsman fight his way out of the bottle...
...towel around his head, and he pressed an ice bag against a puffing eye. Except for a short-lived moment four years ago when some thought he had the stuff to go somewhere, Heavyweight Bob Baker, a huge, long-muscled young man from Pittsburgh, had been nothing but a ham-and-egg fighter. Last week, whipped by flashy Eddie Machen, 25, Baker realized that after 59 pro bouts, his pantry was empty...
...might fight again. A ham-and-egger for a good purse. But I'm not going to fight any more good boys. I'm not a fighter any more. That kid tonight, I don't know. But I don't think he was trying to knock me out. And I'm glad. It'd be an awful thing for a fighter to end up with someone standing over him counting...