Word: hootingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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John Lipon and the venerable Dizzy Trout won't mean much in the grand scheme of things, true. But Hoot Evers could bring the pennant to Fenway. He's fast, he's strong, and although he didn't hit a loud foul all last year, he can be a big man at bat. He proved that...
...handsome Euclides Guterres' home on the south Brazilian cattle ranges, the skies were not cloudy all day-till the flying machines came. Then, a few years ago, some smart fellows bought themselves a lot of little airplanes and opened a flying club just a hoot and a holler from the ranch where Cowboy Euclides worked. After that, the crazy things flew all over the place, diving at his cattle, scaring his pony, and impressing the girls so much that for the first time in Euclides' courting life, the girls had discouraging words for a mere ground-bound gaucho...
Another ranking jet ace of the Korean war, First Lieut. Ralph D. ("Hoot") Gibson, 27 (with 5 MIG-15s), hopped into his T-33 Jet and flew 600 miles from Selfridge Field, Mich, to attend a hero's welcome in his hometown of Mount Carmel, 111. (pop. 9,182). He had planned to drive his blue Cadillac convertible, said Gibson, but "my dad called me and told me that I better fly. He told me the roads were pretty bad, and that an awful lot of people got killed on the highways...
Caston won Denver like a Pied Piper-by winning its youngsters. At his first children's concert, when rowdy kids hooted, hollered and whistled, Caston had his musicians hoot back. He has lured Denver adults-at-large into the tent with special family concerts: the whole family goes in "under, one umbrella" for $1.20. Last season the umbrella worked so well that extra seats had to be installed. For the mink-and-Cadillac set, Caston made the opening concert of the season and the annual fund-raising ball two of the big social events of the Denver season...
...final test, he drove through clangorous Manhattan. Even there, the sign worked. Philpot sighed with relief, and set out in his self-made zone of silence for New England, listening to bird calls and watching wordless, honkless Yankees goggle as he swept by. Philpot's sign: "Hoot Away-It's Your Ulcer...