Word: holing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...morning last week, two men walking their dogs in a wooded park two miles from Bang-Jensen's Long Island home came across Bang-Jensen's body sprawled beside a leaf-strewn bridle path, a bullet hole in his temple. Near by lay a stubby, .25-cal. automatic. In his pocket police found a farewell note addressed to his wife. The police verdict: suicide.* Said the Danish newspaper Information: "This is murder, in whatever way it happened...
...that the)' must be pumped in at the last moment. This means a delay of many minutes or even hours between an alert and firing time, also involves costly storage tanks and pumps. In contrast, Minuteman should be able to wait quietly, year after year, in a cylindrical hole in the ground, then take off on a 6,000-mile flight on a few seconds' notice...
...Angeles Rams' Line Coach Don Paul: "We hold a special meeting to plan how we're going to get Sam Huff." Huff has perfected the linebacker's risky technique of guessing where the play is going and meeting the runner head-on in the hole. From hours of study, he knows what plays may be run from any formation. To discover which one is coming, he searches the offensive players for telltale clues. "If the center has his weight off the ball and is back on his haunches, it's going to be a pass," says...
That the adapters should so much magnify what everyone in the play is quick to minimize is proof of their desperate need for dramatic material; Golden's queen of spades is their one theatrical ace in the hole. Only in America has, certainly, its lively moments and amusing details, but it chiefly conveys a sense of stretching already flimsy materials-of building small incidents about Negroes or Jews into unctuous minority rites. Clearly the basic trouble with Only in America is that it should never have been a play. But the thought persists that only on Broadway, with...
...creature crouched in the net at the Montreal Canadiens' end of the ice looked like nothing ever seen before in the National Hockey League. His face was covered by a flesh-colored, fiber-glass mask slashed by two dark ovals for eyes and a hole for a mouth that looked from a distance like a gush of black blood. But Jacques Plante, 30, the brooding, acrobatic French Canadian who is hockey's finest goalie, was oblivious to the shocked cries from the stands. Said he: "I don't give a damn how it looks...