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Detroit's Frank Lary threw a high, hard one, sent Washington's Harmon Killebrew sprawling in the dirt. Husky (6 ft., 195 Ibs.) Third Baseman Killebrew was unruffled. He rose, socked the next pitch far into the leftfield bleachers to tie the score. Next time up, he blasted a long three-run homer to bring the Senators a 7-4 victory...
...year ago, no pitcher would have bothered to dust off Harmon Clayton Killebrew, 22. But last week young Killebrew was 'the chief reason the sad-sack Senators were as high as fourth place in the American League. At week's end "Killer'' Killebrew led the league in home runs (14). runs scored (29), runs batted...
...Harmon Killebrew still cannot get over his sudden fame, hangs his head as he jogs around the bases after,a homer as though he were almost ashimed of his feats. "I always admired Johnson," says the Killer. "Now I'm with his team. Harmon Killebrew and Walter Johnson. Silly...
Porch Light. Indiana's Freshman Democratic Congressman Randall S. Harmon, 55, who has been collecting $100 a month from the Government for renting out his own front porch to himself for an office in Muncie, announced that the Post Office Department owed him money, too. Declared Harmon, a political rolling stone and onetime tool worker who tumbled into office with last fall's Democratic landslide: The Muncie post office used his versatile porch for a drop-off station for sacks of mail for nine years. The tab: $1,800. Replied Postmaster General Arthur E. Summerfield: "No legal basis...
Payroll Pay Dirt. Then, still plugging away at his list of freshmen Congressmen with relatives on the payroll, Trimble struck pay dirt when he called Mrs. Randall Harmon on a hunch. He hit on precisely the right question: "Incidentally, where is your office?" Mrs. Harmon's answer: "Why, on the front porch." An Indianapolis reporter later wrote that Harmon was so enraged by Trimble's story that he waved a pistol and vowed: "I figure on throwing the fear of God into that Vance Trimble...