Word: holster
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...asocial and undesirable." So his parents decided to buy him a couple of bars to run. When the bars failed, they bought him a book shop, hoping that the contagion of handling books might improve his mind. But by that time Georges, who had taken to wearing a shoulder holster and revolver, had already carved out another life on his own. Last week he was one of the most talked-about young men in the country...
Thigh Noon. In Clinton, S.C., when Joe Spillers and Edgar Ballew tried to see who could beat the other to the draw, neither man got his pistol out of its holster, each shot himself...
...marshal's backside hung low and wide, as a marshal's backside shouldn't. Not only that, but it was so close to the TV camera that it blotted out the scenery. Still, he was the marshal, and when he whipped his Colt from its holster and fired at the varmint standing at the other end of the dusty, deserted street, western fans could only suppose that things were back to normal. But on ABC's Maverick this week, nothing returned to normal. The marshal's first shot missed his man, and so did five...
Clocks & Targets. The modern gun-slinger draws against the clock instead of the marshal, fires paraffin-loaded shells that would make the bad hombres of yesteryear laugh themselves sick. Before making the draw, he must keep his hand on a button four inches from the holster. When his hand leaves the button, the clock starts running. The sound of the shot stops the clock. The Colorado Frontier Gunslingers' President Jim Dillon, a Denver butcher who likes to wear Western clothes under his meatcutter's apron, has been timed at a flashy .12 sec. In other contests, contestants...
...Calf. Today's fast-draw fanatic makes his move in a single, sweeping motion. He cocks his single-action pistol as he draws it from the holster, fires as soon as it gets into position, sometimes, alas, even sooner. In a recent match with Dillon's men, the Colorado Gunslingers Association's President Earl Vaughn, a Colorado Springs air-conditioning engineer, managed to shoot his right calf full of paraffin. Says Dillon, who has been guilty of the same sin himself: "The oldtimers must have cocked as they drew, too. 'Course, I never heard...