Word: horned
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Wichita, Kans., Babe Didrickson Zaharias, her second Women's National Open Golf Championship, by a nine-stroke edge over second-place Betsy Rawis. ¶ In London, California's Pancho Gonzales, the singles championship of the Wembley International Indoor Professional Tennis Tournament, in straight sets, over Welby Van Horn...
...only approve," wrote Pascal in one of the more peevish passages of his Pensées, "of those who groan aloud in their search for the truth." Literature, from Greek tragedy to T. S. Eliot, has been vastly benefited by truth-seekers who could out-groan a Maine fog horn; but it has also had to put up with a host of novelists and poets who forget that the surest way to ruin a good groan is to work it to death and stuff its remains into the machinery of their writing...
Turmpeter Davison, clarinetist Buster Bailey, and trombonist Vic Dickenson are all fine frontmen, and Art Trappier, Johnny Fields, and George Wein furnish a steady background. But each of the horn-players is outstanding on only one of the three qualities that make up a great jazzman--tone, imagination, and the indefinable "drive." Bailey, from years of playing behind Ma Rainey and Bessie Smith, possesses all the taste and tone in the group, ensemble specialist Dickenson has the musical imagination, and Davison alone carries the unit along with his driving-and-rocking school of musicianship...
...Blasting" is the only way to describe the things Bill Davison can do with a horn. Though a ring-side seat will allow you to overhear the obscenely humorous patter of the dapper little man from Chicago, it is also an invitation to an earache. Wild Bill's current blasts are the best he's blown since he first packed his horn and came east ten years ago; and when he bounces on the balls of his feet, closes his eyes, and blares through the mouthpiece held carelessly to the side of his lips, that ringside seat--earache...
...test their tempers, he drove around town blasting his horn at motorists ahead of him at stop lights. He crinkled paper continuously in movies, badgered salesgirls by such tricks as taking 10 minutes to choose between two pairs of cheap socks and going to the goldfish counter of a five & ten and insisting on buying an elusive little fish that was hiding on the bottom of the tank (it took the girl 20 minutes to capture it). At Five Points, Atlanta's busiest intersection, Keasler and Photographer Ed Pierce, who concealed his camera, snapped the faces of male passers...